Roast

“I found a new butcher’s shop today,” she said.

“What was wrong with the old one?”

“Nothing, it’s just that this one has better, leaner cuts of meat, and the prices are better.”

“How long have they been in town?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe two weeks or so.”

That night, at dinner, he agreed that the roast she had bought from the new butcher was tastier and more tender than what they had been eating.

She smiled.

Three counties away, the local sheriff was investigating yet another disappearance of a young child.

“That’s the third one this month,” he complained.