DROP FIFTY-ONE
Hector walked inside the bakery class, snorting all the way. The big, top-heavy man he was looking for was wearing a silly cook’s apron that said, ‘Real men beat eggs.’
There were a bunch of people there, mostly retired with nothing better to do, chopping away at vegetables, boiling water, pouring salt and spices while wearing their chef’s hats and aprons. Hector walked through the kitchen counters that were splayed out for the class and leaned on the one his favourite bouncer was working on. He snatched one of the delicacies being prepared and ate it. “Mmm, this is nice. Plenty of cheese in it. What is it?”
George frowned at him and his overblown muscles twitched through his t-shirt. “It’s Crispy Asiago Frico, and thanks, but don’t eat any more, you’re ruining my plate p
