The New Friends
"That stuff stinks like feet, dude."
Tom Noland stifled a laugh, knowing his friend Max's brave statement would bring down the wrath of Hana Aoki who was hard at work kneading a big ball of dough in the Nolands' kitchen. Tom loved watching the two of them go at each other. He adjusted his collar behind his neck, loosening it to let more air in, and settled back to enjoy the show.
"What?" Hana said, using her pinky to push a strand of white hair behind her ear—the rest of her fingers were covered with flour and yellow goop. "What smells like feet?"
Max pointed to the kitchen counter, where a mass of raw pasta dough rested like an alien ovoid growth.