93. Chicken


There was a burning smell in the air—Lucy McLean Way was trying to cook.
“Luce, what the heck is that putrid smell?” yelled Tyler from the living room.
“Nooothing!” was the nervous reply; Lucy knew she wasn’t that great a cook but really, how hard could chicken be?! Unfortunately for her, it was very hard. So the redhead tried to wave off the burning smell and brought the chicken parmesan to the table. “Dinner’s ready,” She said, hoping Ty wouldn’t hear but, of course, he did.
“What, we’re eating rubber again?” He said, pointing to the poor, burnt chicken.