this, this, filthy thing stuck on the end of it." "Oh, I'm sorry, dearest," she smiled, then switched plates with him. "I forgot that you don't like that part. Here, you
can eat mine, okay?" "But you, you touched it!" he half screamed. "You've
already cut into it and got your germs mixed up in it!" Edward
shuddered to think of her sticky saliva stuck to the fork as she
plunged it into the chicken and cut off another slice. And now
she wanted him to eat it! Horrified, Edward rose quickly from
the table, stumbled to the hall bathroom, and puked out the egg
salad sandwich, kosher dill pickle, and bag of Cheetos he had
eaten for lunch.