The room went quiet. My mother put her hand on my arm. Bradley just looked at me for a long moment. Then he did something I’d never seen him do.
He raised one perfect eyebrow. “Yes?” My Only Bitchy Cousin Is a Yankee-Type Guy- The...
“Your oregano is expired,” he announced on his first visit, holding the jar like it was a dead rat. “And the way you store your olive oil next to the stove is degrading the polyphenols.” The room went quiet