"I love you!" she yelled, her eyes slamming shut. If she shut her eyes it wasn't happening. She could pretend that it was a dream - no a nightmare. She was telling her childhood best friend that she loved him. Ha, definitely a dream.. if it was real...
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CHAPTER NINETEEN, the homecoming ( thanksgiving )
Gina had woken up early that morning. It was Thanksgiving and Gina couldn't sleep so the first thing she thought to do was bake a pie. In usual American fashion, pumpkin pie was Gina's go-to. With the annual Cohen-Price Thanksgiving dinner on the horizon, Gina thought she would get ahead of the stress of the kitchen on this day and relax the whole afternoon.
With a can of whipped cream in her hand, Gina shook the can and squirted it into her mouth.
"Honey, are you ready?" Callum called out as he walked down the stairs. He stopped in the hallway, his eyes wide and a smile across his lips when he spotted his daughter. Her mouth was full of cream and her face was covered in flour. The man laughed.
"I'm baking!" Gina answered, her voice muffled. She swallowed and licked her lips before turning back to the pie.
"I see that," Callum laughed. The man continued down the corridor and into the kitchen. "Pumpkin pie?" Gina hummed. Callum stood behind Gina, watching as she squirted cream onto the pastry.
"Haven't cleaned the bowl yet," Gina told her Dad, pointing at the stacked bowls on the opposite counter. Callum laughed and walked over to where she pointed. Picking up the top bowl, the man ran his finger across the excess mixture.
"Oh, I do love your baking," Callum spoke, his mouth full of the orange mixture. He walked back over to Gina with the bowl in his hand.
"I'm retired after today," Gina laughed. She picked the pie up carefully and moved it from the counter to the island.
"Why?" he asked, curiously. Gina sighed and walked over to the fridge. She opened the door and stepped out of the way so Callum could see. She had been baking since three that morning and the food in the bridge had been replaced with a dozen sugar cookies iced to look like turkeys, two dozen chocolate cupcakes with red and orange icing, a cherry pie and an apple crumble.
Callum's eyes widened comically and Gina let out a laugh.
"I see you've been busy," Dan said as he walked into the kitchen. He wasn't fazed by the girl's baking habits and he wasn't complaining when he got to eat them. Which is what he did. Walking into the kitchen, the first place he went to was the fridge. He pulled out a cookie and took a bite.
"I think I blacked out," she laughed to herself, closing the fridge. "Gonna have to take them to school and feed them to Summer and Marissa so we don't have to throw them away."
"You're not taking them to the Cohen's?"
"No," she answered. Gina walked over to her dad and took the bowl from him. She placed it in the sink with the rest of the dirty plates she used. "Seth would eat them all before anyone got the chance. We gotta share the love, you know." Dan snorted as Callum rolled his eyes.
