Jasfoup helped Harold carry the groceries from his van to the kitchen. It was rare for Harold to do the shopping, but asking Devious to get the exact brand of butter that Harold liked, or exactly twelve pounds and three ounces of lean venison, was like asking the Pope for a condom.
The demon poked through all the bags, discarding olives, ciabattas, cheese and biscuits by tossing them over his shoulder.
Where’s the fruit?” he asked. “I specifically requested apples, oranges, greengages, pomegranates and mangoes. Have you left a bag somewhere?”
Harold shrugged. “Sorry,” he said. “I just plum forgot.”
© Rachel Green 2007