Chapter 8

“You do eat turkey, don’t you, dear?” Editta asked him. “You’re not something complicated like a vegetarian or a Hindu?”

“I’m not a Hindu, no ma’am,” Lee assured her, chuckling at the non sequitur. Were Hindus famous for not eating turkey? Perhaps in Norway? “The turkey looks delicious.”

“Well, good,” she said. Then, as plates were passed around, “It does, at that. V?r s? god, everybody.”

“That means ‘let’s eat,’” Derrick translated.

“Try and stop me,” Lee said with a wink and a mouthful of turkey.

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