"Something smells good in here."
Maine entered the Faulkerson kitchen with music from 30 Seconds To Mars playing on a small bluetooth speaker on the counter. She spotted Richard in front of the stove, a kitchen towel draped on one of his shoulder, tossing a handful of spaghetti noodles into a boiling pot of water. His back was turned to her as he turned off another burner where the sauce was cooking. He turned and took a timer from the counter and set it for ten minutes. He smiled at her then, as she took a seat on the stool opposite him.
"You're right on time," Richard said as he went around the counter to sit beside her. "Have you eaten lunch? I'm making spaghetti. Mom and Dad have a business trip so I have to fend for myself for a couple of days."
They've been home for two d
