On paper, Pete and Valentina are perfect for each other. Their friends used 'soulmates' when describing them and at one point they were. As they reflect on the last five years of their relationship, they try to understand the complexity of their lov...
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"Now that the potatoes are cooked all the way through, you're gonna dump the chorizo that we've left simmering into the same pan as the potatoes," Casey explains. She carefully spreads out the crumbled pork sausage evenly on the cubed spuds.
"This part isn't necessarily traditional for this dish," she slices thin strips of mozzarella cheese and lays it over the food, "But I find that it really brings the flavor out." She puts the lid on top so the heat doesn't escape, keeping the food nice and warm.
"The last step for this recipe is to open up a couple of beers, talk about how you haven't been paying attention for the entirety of my demonstration, and then decide whether or not I should whack you in the head because of that," Casey places the drink in front of Pete, "But, I'll take a water since I'm not old enough to drink yet."
The sound of the beer bottle scraping against the granite kitchen island caused the comedian to flinch. Casey narrows his eyes at him as he took a swig of his beverage.
Pete gives an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, I've got a lot on my mind right now."
"That's a first," Casey jokes which wasn't as amusing to her brother, "I'm kidding."
"Y'know, normally this is the part where you ask what's wrong," Pete says.
"Yeah, you're definitely right," the nineteen-year-old remarks, "Instead, I would like to know why you came to me now, forced me to make you a dish that I have very little practice on, when you are well aware that I have class in less than three hours."
Pete traces circles on the countertop, "Because you're the first person I thought of." Casey gives him a look, clearly not convinced that that was the reason, "Okay fine, John dropped his phone in the toilet and can't answer my FaceTime call. Happy?"
"Very," she says, raising a glass of water to her lips.
"I had no one else to turn to," he says softly.
The younger Davidson felt her heart tug at what her older brother said. She puts down her glass and leans in to be closer to him.
"Remember when I was little, I thought that I was forgetting about Dad?" she asks, "It felt like all of my memories of him were gone and it freaked me out. You found in me in the hallway closet with tears streaming down my face?"
Pete nods though he is confused why she is bringing this up right now.
"You crawled inside the closet and with one of the jacket sleeves you wiped my cheeks and nose," she smiles, "And do you know what you said?"
"I would tell you all the stories about him so that you would never forget Dad. Because as long as I was there by your side, you can depend on me for anything," Pete says, the memory replaying in his mind.
"Then I thought, 'who is the person that you depended on?'" Casey comments, "You've been crashing with Mom and I for two weeks. You randomly showed up and didn't say a single word. What could we do if we didn't know what was going on? What could I do?"
