I watched Thaddeus wolf down the food, shoveling it in like a man possessed. To me, he looked like a pig being fattened for slaughter.
I turned and pulled a bottle of high-proof liquor from the cabinet.
"Thaddeus, let's have a drink." I filled a glass to the brim. "A toast to your newfound bachelorhood. And to Paulette, of course, on the joyous news of her... little bundle."
Thaddeus grabbed the glass, his face already flushed. "At least you know your place."
He tipped his head back and drained it. As the liquor burned its way down, his brow creased, and his hand drifted to his upper abdomen.
That was his pancreas screaming.
I poured myself a glass of plain water.
Cheers, husband.
This meal is your last.
