Odessa grabbed the plate and pulled it toward her. “Are you still upset because I didn’t visit you in the hospital? Leif, you fell down the mountain on your own. Don’t pin your clumsiness on me.”
I’d seen her care before, so her indifference now was impossible to ignore. The woman who once insisted on rushing me to the hospital for a paper cut couldn’t even be bothered to visit when I was admitted for three days. The woman who avoided milt because she knew I hated it was now ordering it. She had reverted to the person I met five years ago.
I gave her a faint smile, “You know I hate it. I feel like throwing up just seeing it.”
“Then don’t eat it!” she snapped. Her irritation didn’t bother me. If anything, it amused me. I leaned back in my chair, my smile fading as I began to speak.
“Maybe it’s time we break—”
“Odessa!” he exclaimed with a grin. “After all these years, you still remember I love milt!”
Before I could finish, a man appeared at our table, interrupting me. I looked up to meet the smug, condescending gaze of the man standing beside her. Odessa shifted in her seat to make room, and the man slid in beside her, sitting directly across from me.