"Mr. Alexian," he boomed out, his brow furrowed and his thin white hair shaking with fury. "Have you really defied my will by daring to eat a smoked turkey and artichoke sandwich on Lent?"
I stood there, my mouth hanging open, a piece of artichoke hanging out of the corner like a slug's trail. "Ummm...yes...I guess I have," I managed to stammer out.
He reached over my desk. "Can I have a bite?"