Chapter 84: Five-Finger Discount
Chapter 82
Later that weekend, I was having dinner at a fancy restaurant in downtown Los Angeles with Dad, Uncle Charlie, and Gradma.
Evelyn was studying the menu with that usual air of half-interest
She looked up from the menu and asked casually, "So, Jake, do you see anything you like?"
"Venison..." I murmured, intrigued. "Uncle Charlie, have you ever eaten a bambi?"
Charlie immediately started choking on his drink, glaring at me
"What?" I said, trying to look innocent. "I mean the venison."
Before Charlie could respond, Evelyn casually started placing items from the table into her purse.
"Mom, wha...? What are you doing?" Alan asked, eyes widening.
"Nothing," Evelyn replied without missing a beat.
"Oh, that's stealing," Alan said, voice a mix of disbelief and resignation.
"Hardly. I'm paying twelve dollars for a martini," Evelyn said, completely unfazed. "They're lucky I don't take a chair."