“Go to hell!” Octavio turned toward the door.
“You first!” I yelled and threw the knife at him. It drove into the ground right beside his foot. Right where I aimed it.
Everyone in the room gasped. Octavio sneered at me, then went through the door and out into the world, leaving me - once again - with a giant steaming pile of crap to clean up.
My twins stared daggers at me before turning to follow their father out into the parking lot.
I took a deep breath and contemplated the ceiling tiles. When I felt calmer, I looked around. The entire cooking class stared at me with their mouths hanging open.
Skinny Chef was at my elbow. “Um, I’d like to, um, invite you to leave.”
I narrowed my eyes, threw my shoulders back, and exited with as much dignity as I could muster.
It wasn’t until I got into the parking lot that I realized my boys left without me. Taking my purse and phone with them.
Crap on a cracker.
