Nefretiri
"All of it?"
I sounded like a child being forced to drink medicine, but at the moment, I would've preferred cough syrup.
"Unfortunately," Danny grimaced at the cup, the smell so strong it overtook the kitchen.
"Even the chunky bits?" There was at least a quarter of a cup at the bottom.
"Especially the chunky bits," he insisted, motioning me to drink.
Imagine walking on the beach and finding a dead whale. It's been there for weeks, decomposing in the sun. Then, add a thick layer of compost and let it sit for months.
That's half as bad as this folk remedy.
"Drink it in one go," Taylor suggested, her nose wrinkling at the gray-green sludge.
"You're sure this works?" I was stalling, but who cared? This sucks.
"Bailey swears by it."
"I really need to drink the twigs?" Danny broke them down and softened them, but no one wants to eat sticks and leaves like this.
