She slurped it down with the deep brown sauce dribbling over her pock-marked chin. It ran all the way down her elbow, staining the red tablecloth with spots of dark brown. It had been so long since she’d tasted something so soft, so succulent. Self-restraint wilted in the face of such good food.
There was a collective gasp from behind her. “Sister!”
She stood up so fast , trying to hide the hard pile behind her wide girth. “No!” she hissed, glaring. “It’s all mine! I won’t let you!”
It was all hers. This soft orange crab- all hers!
