Instead, Natalie sighed and said, “Typical, they get to drink beer, and we have to make a salad. Luckily the salad is almost made. I know my man too well.”
“At least they’re cooking the meat, one less thing for us to worry about,” Janet replied.
Natalie stood up, walked into the small kitchen and opened the old fridge that Louis had bought from his mother. The only reason the evil cow had sold it to them was because she was too lazy to take it to the dump. It was far easier to make Louis buy it. The fact that they had been desperate had come in quite handy, for his mother anyway. The door almost fell off every time she opened it, but at least it worked. At this stage, they couldn’t afford to buy another one. The enamel was starting to chip; she would have to get some white enamel paint a
