Rose and Roberto agreed with me. They ate with gusto. The scene felt strange to me. This dining table had never had more than two people before. There had always been a big gap between me, Rose, and Robert. This dinner made us feel more like family, rather than servant and master.
"Next time, I'll cook something different for you. I have lots of ideas in my head."
"Do whatever you like, as long as it doesn't tire you out."
"Nope. I love cooking. Grandpa, Rose said you like gingle ale. How about I make you some ginger ale after dinner?"
“Whatever you want.”
Grandpa glanced at me.
“Josh, I didn’t ask your wife to do it, she insisted.”
“I don’t mind her making you ginger ale. You should get used to Fiona’s homemade food and drinks, as she seems to plan on doing it as often as possible.
