“Stick out your tongue,” he said.
Her heart beat faster, but she did.
“Now stay there on your hands and knees, eyes forward, while I retrieve something.”
He walked behind her. The floorboards creaked and the cabinet doors clattered. She heard him tear at some plastic and then heard a long knife “slick” out of the block she knew lay behind her on the countertop. “Thock, thock,” struck the knife against a cutting board. She heard him turn round and then saw the knife beside her on the butcher’s block.
“Close your eyes.”
Then it was on her tongue: chocolate.