As I stood in the kitchen with Mason, I wiped my tears and sighed.
I needed that.
"Right, lets get cooking"
I turned toward the sink and continued to fill the pasta pot with water, popping my hip to the side and resting on my right leg.
Mason quietly started de-boning the fish.
During the day Garret played with the pipes and finally got the water working, now we can shower and wash our food
"When Garret and I were little, we used to help our mum cook basically every night" as he told me his story, his face lit up just a little and he began to smile.
"I spent a lot of time with my mum, she was pretty cool"
That made me smile.
I guess Mason had a heart that wasn't so cold after all.
Stupidly I opened my mouth without thinking.
"Did the flu get her?" The second I said it I knew it was out of line.
Mason went quiet.
"Shit, I'm sorry, sometimes I don't think I just speak and-"
"No" he said interrupting me.
"It's fine, uh it was Cancer actually"
After placing the pot onto the ring I hoisted myself into the kitchen counter.
"Yeah, cancer got my dad too"
Finally, there was something that I could connect to with Mason.
He gave me a sympathetic smile.
"What do you want me to do with this fish?"
Quickly I slid off the bench and focused on what I was doing. My hands went to my forehead as I frantically looked around for my other ingredients.
I drained the pasta and poured the hot tomato sauce into the pot.
"Chuck it in here and il grab the plates"
Opening the cupboard door I picked up 8 plates and set them on the table nicely.
After Adding forks and knives I turned on my heel and headed back to the kitchen.
Whack.
Stumbling backward I lifted my eyes to the figure I had smacked into.
Peter.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
An apology would be nice, since you're built like a brick shit house and that hurt.
"I think you have done enough for today" I said bitterly and pushed passed him.
Bitch mode, check
Snarky comment, check
Lie, in progress
"Carmen, what's wrong! What did I do?"
"Nothing, I'm fine!"
Lie, check
Slowly I started dishing up the plates full of food.
"Mace, can you bring out the bread rolls please!?" I yelled into the kitchen.
"Sure thing! Chicken wing!" He hollered back.
Sure enough he brought them out quick smart. Nodding to Peter as a quick hello.
As I started to head outside to call everyone for dinner, Peters hand grabbed me and pulled me back.
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