In a few minutes he came out again, grinning. "Say, Vic, how about me getting two or three dozen of your snails? I know a plain butter and garlic sauce that you can´t beat anywhere! A child could make it and it tastes as good as New Orleans!" He slammed his palms together and rubbed them. "Do you want to get `em or shall I? Melinda said I ought to ask you first."
"The snails are not for eating," Vic said.
Oh my gosh, that was one goddamn awful dinner party. The characters are living in a hell of their own making and at this point it feels like they truly are out to destroy each other, even though
Yeah, somehow I don´t think she will do that.