Food for Thought

We exited the creepy cabin with a brief case full of money. We knew that in time Chad would ask us a favor. It was more than likely something devious. However, we were willing to put those black thoughts far back in our minds as we imagined all the good that could come out of this money. "What do you want to buy first?" Olivia asks. I think for a moment, then I respond. "Dinner." "Dinner sounds good. What would you like?" "Steak." "I could go for steak. With patato?" "Of course." I say. I sniff the air. It smells of pepper and barbeque. Initially I keep my findings to myself because I assume I am hallucinating, but then I noticing Olivia sniffing the air. "You smell that too?" I ask.  "Yeah it smells like someone is cooking a steak, but it can't be." "I think it is. Let's follow our noses."