Saturday's Storyteller: "Why isn't your fridge stocked with soy milk?"
by Belinda Roddie "Why isn't your fridge stocked with soy milk?" I'm making dinner at four in the afternoon. The whole place smells like garlic. I shift the frying pan on the burner and sneer. "Because I have feelings for the soy, too, you monster." At least Sean laughs at that. What he doesn't seem to remember is that I stopped being a vegetarian over seven months ago. He hasn't commented on the frozen slabs of icy beef lounging in my cramped freezer. I shuffle over to the cupboard and reach for the sea salt. His arms lock around me, pinning me to the counter. "Let me help." "You'll make a mess." He had come in for a bottle of beer. I'm the one who usually cooks. "No, I won't." "You'll ruin it." "No, I won't." I strain my voice like spaghetti into a wet whine, like a dog stuck outside in the rain. In response, Sean licks my ear. Kisses the sideburns I've