93. Chicken
December 24, 2065
Aged: 36 years, 8 months

Knives and forks scraped against the plates as the entire Newton clan sat around enjoying their Christmas dinner.
Minnie's cutlery clattered against the table as the utensils fell from her hands. Her napkined hand covered her mouth for a moment before she shot up from the table, her chair falling behind her. She ran off to the bathroom, leaving everyone else confused.
"I'll go check on her," Art said as he excused himself.
Minnie was retching in the bathroom, and Art knocked quietly.
"I think it's the ch-chi-" she started to say, before retching again.
"Something wrong with the chicken?"