Chapter 73

“Anchovies?” Adam asked, frowning at the topping on the pie in the first box.

“That’s mine,” Beck said.

“Bro!” Asher made a face. “You hate anchovies.”

Beck shrugged and stuffed about half the slice in his mouth. “Just got a taste for them,” he said, mid chew.

As they ate, Troy marveled at how much Beck was eating when only a few minutes earlier he’d said he wasn’t hungry. 20

“I think I’m in the mood for lutefisk,” Beck announced one morning. His cravings for all things fishy had intensified over the past few days.

“For breakfast?” The smell, the feel of the lye-soaked fish. For a moment Troy thought he was about to experience the symptoms of morning sickness himself.

“Well, maybe for lunch or supper.”