Brenda stirs a glass of sweet tea. The spoon bangs repeatedly.
“Your tea is ready. How do you like the sweetener.” she deadpan her question.
“It’s awful sweet. I guess I’ll get used to it. Dieting sucks.” Ron grabs the glass and walks back to his chair. The exercise souls be enough in his world.
“I thought 30 grams would be enough.” Brendas voice barely audible. “How much strycnine will it take?! One more glass, maybe.”