Speak, Minotaur! -- Punch

Speak, Minotaur!

Punch

Jef and I were home alone for dinner one night. Mom and Dad had gone off to some party and left us to heat up TV Dinners. I was in a giddy mood and kept goofing off at the dinner table. Jef was trying to read while he ate, but every time he'd bring the fork to his mouth, I'd bump his elbow and knock his food back onto his plate. I'd then giggle uncontrolably.

I did this four or five times and Jef just ignored me. The next time, though, he dropped his fork and jabbed his fist into my face. He caught me on the cheek, hard. I turned to my dinner and began eating in silence, my face stinging.

Chez Zeus: Speak, Minotaur!: Station No. 23

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