Filthy Rich

With tentative steps forward, I turn sideways and find two sets of large refrigerators. Next to it on the right is a long kitchen shelf under which are two sets of dishwashers and then a series of cabinets stopping at two sets of large stoves.

On the left of the refrigerators is the door to the kitchen pantry and another door of steel labeled Freezer storage.

Talk about opulence! These folks are extremely wealthy?

I resurvey my surroundings and instantly a slight scowl knits my brows thinking of the jerk.

Jerk is Filthy rich... an emphasis on the word filthy.

I trudge towards one of the fridges and tug open the doors while wondering in what dastardly criminal ways he acquired all of this wealth. My eyes scan in amazement at the densely packed interior containing varieties of mouth-watering food and delicacies stored in luxury packaging, containers, and plastic wraps.

Expensive edible stuff with unknown ingredients from foreign labelings in Italian, Russian, and German. I couldn't eat