Nan plonked the bowls down on the table.
‘What is it?’ Flora asked.
Nan sighed like she did every Wednesday. ‘Spaghetti.’
‘Again.’ She watched Flora push strips of Kraft cheese single into the sauce. Flaccid worms curled through a brown swamp, swirling with radioactive orange. She hated cooking.
‘What’s this?’ Flora held up a blob pierced by a fork tine.
‘Nothing,’ said Nan. ‘Just eat it.’
‘I think it’s an insect.’
‘It’s not an insect.’
Later, scraping the left-overs into the bin, Nan pretended not to see the pairs of tiny pincers, hooked legs and cooked eyes staring up at her.
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