Sorry, this post is not about sweet, chocolatey squares of yummy goodness. (Or is that “good yumminess”? As a writer, I think about such things.)
When I originally wrote From the Ashes of Courage, at one point in the story, Gail recounts a fight she had with George. It ended with her throwing a book at him and shouting, “Get the fudge out of here!” (except that she didn’t actually use the word fudge).
