Mindy grabbed the knife. Practised this she had not. They hadn’t rehearsed anything because Benjamin, Benny, was hopeless. If he so much as sneezed it sounded fake.
The Singers had set out a brisket, sliced and everything nice, with the carving knife sticking out at a help-yourself angle. Little pots of different World Market mustards sitting around the platter. The perfect witnesses: the Singers, the Goldblatts, the Futters, the Hartzogs and the Taubmans. That girl, that Myra, from the yoga place, she was there for whatever reason. Mindy waited until Leo Hartzog pointed his camera phone recording Ilene telling some cockamamie story about pitching something to Google. That’s when Mindy wrapped her fist around the knife handle. Some stainless steel German job. A Wüsthof brisket slicer. She’d downed only the…
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Playboy Australia (Digital) - 1 Issue, February 2019