“Oooohh,” Doug groaned, bending over and holding his stomach.
Shauna stood leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. “Don’t give me that. My cooking’s not that bad.”
“It’s… not that,” he gasped as he fell to his knees.
“Oh, I know it’s not that. It’s the rat poison I put in your eggs.”
Doug groaned again as he fell to his knees. He tried to lift his head to ask why, but a stab of pain kept him focused on his stomach.
“I know, I know. You want to know why. Sorry, hun, but I’m not monologuing for you.