Fiction: Conscience, Inc. by Richard Prosch

The Montrose advertised itself as the Lake’s finest dining experience: smoke-free, fat-free, carb-free, noise-free, gluten-free, sodium-free, and mostly flavor-free, though there were a few minerals in the water. But everybody said its appetizers were to die for. Andy  held up a sample—a hand-crafted, adobe-crock boiled cheese curd. “Jeez, Andy. Don’t put that stuff in your…