A Plate Of Fish
“They were serving some sort of fish,” said Bret. “I took a plate, and I’ve felt weird since.” He looked back at her with a smile. “I feel a lot better now that it’s out of my system. But you—”
“What about me?” Matilda cut him off. “You look way better than I do,” Bret’s smile broadened. “How do you feel, mom?” Matilda crossed her arms before her chest. Her answer would shock even her.