G-man roasted the chicken and I never saw it until it hit the plate. When he served it I asked where the drumsticks were.
Calvin and I hugged and made up the next time I saw him. I assured him I wasn't mad at all. Hey, I've lived in France, home to equal-opportunity meat eaters!
Tonight we're going to eat that chicken I bought. I've seen it: it has 2 legs and 2 wings and it's definitely a chicken.