Blackened Bird
It's her house now.
Everything she saw was a symbol of her married life. It didn't seem real, but it felt right.
There was something wrong at the moment. She coughed on a mouthful of black smoke, opening the oven and pulling out a not very edible-looking turkey.
"Salem!"
"Hey, it's not my job to watch the turkey." He licked his chops, anticipating a feast of burned meat.
"No way! You'll get sick."
At that moment, Harvey entered the kitchen. One look at the mess and they simultaneously reached a conclusion.
"Slicery?" She asked.
"I'll get the coats." He agreed.