“What’s this?” Maggie asked. “I wanted the blue bag. Why can’t you ever follow the grocery list?”
“I’ll go back,” said Rick.
“Forget it. I’ll go.” She stormed out, returning thirty minutes later.
“I made dinner,” said Rick. They ate his new recipe, chicken satay.
Ten minutes later Maggie grabbed her throat, struggling to breath. The whites of her eyes turned red, her skin pale. She stopped breathing. Rick cleaned up dinner before calling 911.
“Did she eat anything recently?” asked the medic.
“She just came home. Then she couldn’t breathe. Maybe she ate out.”