"TAKE IT OUT THE BAG" he bellows.
"There's no...I think the sauce is missi-"
"WHAT?" he yells from 50 feet away
He emits a long, low groan.
"GET BACK IN THE HOUSE."
"But..."
"GET BACK IN THE HOUSE."
"Okay okay!"
His eyes practically scream to me: "I didn't ask for any of this. I know we're not that different, you and I. I'm just following orders..."