Chaos

Chapter Nine

Chapter 9 

Shifter's Den, the Kitchen

Eggs. Bacon. Homefries. Sausages. Toast. Piles of each and every item. I glanced at the piles and felt my mouth begin to water. I glanced at the tiny lady hurrying from one stove to the next. Throwing another pan of eggs onto the pile, she glanced at me. In the next heart beat, she was back at the stove cracking more eggs into the frying pan.

"Well now honey, don't just stand there. Grab a spoon and start mixing the juice." She stated in a southern drawl. I glanced at the small lady again. She wore an apron covered in batter splatter. Her auburn curls were artfully piled on top of her head gave a clear view of her slender neck. It also showed her brand, the number 2754. I stared at her for a moment longer, then shrugged my shoulders. I grabbed a spoon and began mixing the juice.

"So honey, are you the Samantha that everyone is talking about?" she questioned after a few moments of silence.

"I guess so."

"What do ya mean, you guess? You either are or you aren't. darling."

"Yeah, my names Samantha, what of it?"

She tsked, "No need to be touchy, hun. I was just asking a question." She continued to hustle and bustle around the kitchen. I finished mixing the juice and started to place the spoon in the sink when the lady said, "Oh, sweetheart, you aren't done mixing. There are some other jugs in the other room. Go on now." She flicked her hand in the direction of an opening in the back of the kitchen. I tighten my grip on the spoon and walked to the other room. Before I crossed the threshold, I glanced back at the lady.

"So, you know my name, do I get to know yours?"

The little lady laughed and said, "Oh, darling my names Sunny Johnson, but you can call me Sunny." Her smile showed off her pearly white teeth.

I returned her smile and walked into the other room. The room had two large, long wood tables with plastic table cloths. Wooden benches were sitting on both sides of the tables. On top of the tables were more plates of food and jugs of juice. In front of the room was a sliding glass door. Outside there were more tables set-up. I walked to the table and began stirring the juice.

A moment later, Kade and Derek walked into the room carrying plates of food. They hesitated when they spotted me, and then continued to the table.

"Good Morning," Kade said sweetly.

"Morning Kade, Derek." I nodded indifferently at them.

Kade began eating while Derek walked back into the kitchen. I tapped the spoon to the side of the jug and placed it on a napkin.

"So, what is all-" I gestured with my hands to indicate the entire room-"this?"

"Breakfast," he shrugged his shoulders.

"Thank you Captain Obvious. I meant what is this for?" I placed my hands on my hips.

"First Sunday of the month."

"You do this every first Sunday?" I asked incredulously. I pointedly looked at all the food. "But why?"

"Logan's idea to help the old and new shifters connect."

"It is also to solidify and unite the shifters together as a community. Logan and Braden have started many activities to create a feeling of patriotism. Something for the shifters to be proud of," continued Derek from behind.

A tiny little voice rose behind me, "Daddy, what is patriotism?"

I spun around and saw Derek holding a little girl who was clutching a ratty teddy bear. She was wearing a little yellow dress with a blue lace collar. She had ruffled socks and blue shoe on. Her strawberry red hair was swept back into a pony tail with a blue ribbon. The little girl's hazel eyes were carbon copies of her father's. In addition to the eyes, she also inherited his strong chin.