Waking up in bed the next morning, she had hoped it was fake and had dreamed it all . Finding that she was back in her childhood bedroom, disheartened that grandmother passed. Evealyn's eyes feeling puffy from the night of crying. Wanting to cry even more, not sure if there were any tears left in her to cry. Last thing she remembers from last night was crying , knelt down on the floor, clutching the book to her chest. Having no recollection of going to bed in the first place, hugging the small octopus plush in her arms. The book she was holding is now on the nightstand next to her lamp.
Dragging herself out of bed, body feeling heavy, proceeding to make her way down the stairs. If she remembers, the kitchen should be down the hall to the right past the dining room. Sure enough, finding that she was right. Greeted by the one place in the house that never fails her into feeling like she was in a cozy cottage. Somehow knowing, how to tie the outside with the inside. The light green cabinet doors with the brown varnished counter tops. The string of dried herbs hanging from the windows, and plants hanging down from the high shelves. Not to mention the big window and the glass door letting in copious amounts of natural light.
Giving her the idea of what she would want to have for breakfast, finding it strange, Marianne is not present. Usually she is someone to rise before the sun, wondering if she had something to do and might see her later. Gathering her ingredients remembering a time cooking with grandma Josi.
Clicking sounds reverberates through the kitchen, as the skillet heats on the stove. Towards the edge of the counter, a head of brown hair and pudgy hands attempt to place a glass bowl on the counter top. "Hold on Eve be careful let me get you a stool." The older woman says grabs a stool; The young girl steps up, a hand placed on the counter. "What are we making today, Jose?" It was Evealyn planting the bowl on the counter.
"We're going to be making french toast." her eyes sparkled upon hearing the word french then asked "Is it going to make me speak french?" Grandma giggled at her enthusiasm, the corners of her mouth creased. "No dear, no speaking French today." Evealyn pouted making her cheeks puff wondering why call it french is it won't make her speak french. Asking whose idea was it to call it that in the first place. "Who knows dear, they must have like France so much, to name toast after it." They proceed to put eggs milk cinnamon sugar and a little pinch of salt in a bowl.
Grandmother looks around the counter for something, "what are you looking for Jose?" Evealyn asked curious and grandma told her that she can't seem to find the whisk anywhere. Evealyn hops down from her stool, "where are you going child?" Evealyn marches straight to the drawer next to the fridge, and pulls out the whisk "it's right here Jose." Evealyn and her grandmother chuckle, "well would you look at that, bring it over." Evealyn tries shutting back the drawer but remains ajar no matter how hard she pushes.
"Jose, the drawer won't close '' Grandma Jose told her not to worry about that saying to leave it as it is. Evealyn wonders how she has never noticed it before but shrugs running over. Crawling up the stool again, Grandma asks "now Eve do you know how to mix the ingredients?" Evealyn takes the bowl closer to her and starts whisking. "Don't over mix it now dear, unless you want it to get too frothy." Evealyn, letting out an okay as her grandmother checks to make sure she mixes them well. Squeezing her cheeks telling her well done.
Taking the bowl over to the stove; coating bread in the mixture before placing it in the pan. Hearing it sear in the pan, sounding like wind rustling through the leaves. Evealyn asks, "is that what makes it french?" Her grandmother chuckles, telling her that's not how it works. Flipping over to reveal the golden outer crust "is it french yet?" the aroma of the butter, mixed with the cinnamon tickles her nose, feeling mouth begin to water.
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Sterling Estate (discontinued for reconstruction)
ParanormalEvealyn having a long awaited return to her grandmother's estate. Though she feels that might be too late having now become the inheritor of it due to her grandmothers passing. While going through some of her grandmother's belongings, she uncovers t...
