Who are we having for dinner?

"This cutlet is really good! You made it crispy, just the way I like it."

As he finished the last bite he held out his plate.

Laughing I took his plate and went into the kitchen and down into the basement. I opened the special door my husband knew nothing about and stepped through.

The muffled screams were music to my ears. Smiling, I looked at the woman tied to the steel table.

Just then I heard my husband call to me, "Did my mom call? She was supposed to have dinner with us!"

I chuckled, "but dear we are having her for dinner," I said as I sawed at her meaty thighs, slicing away another cutlet for her son.