Chapter 5 She's Already Dead

"Are you still sticking to salad?" Debby asked confidently, ready to beckon the waitress.

But Arvin gestured towards the waitress. "Two orders of pork ribs."

Then he remarked to Debby, "I've developed a liking for meat now."

That wasn't true. Arvin genuinely didn't fancy meat, but I adored it, especially pork ribs, and often made them myself.

I loved them, thus coaxing him into enjoying them as well.

He indulged me in these matters, assisting in dealing with pork ribs and relishing them together.

I recalled once that he stared at me absentmindedly, with a plate of pork ribs between us, asking, "Why do you both adore the ribs?"

I didn't pay much attention to his question, enjoying the ribs while thinking he might refer to someone who was not important. After all, who would hate such delicious food anyway?

But now, I just realized what he meant when he said "both."

He was referring to me, and most importantly, Debby.

Perplexed, Debby queried, "You used to dislike them. Your cha