Esquire Party Book by Editors of Esquire with Scotty and Ronnie Welch
8 min @ the desk
Anna couldn’t make tea and she called un-toasted bread ‘raw’. Mitchell would be there in twenty minutes, there was no way the “meal in thirty minutes” recipe was going to work out. Her hair and clothes smelled like burnt pine nuts. But her godmother had told her to always have a plan B. She pulled out the Ketel One from the freezer and mixed up a batch of super strong, super dry martinis and waited for Josephs Trattoria to deliver. Being a creature of habit had its advantages. It was an old trick but Anna knew Mitchell didn’t care if she could cook. Married men never looked for the take-out containers.
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