Dinner that night was chaotic. After such a stressful day, one would want to feel relaxed at home, to take a soak in a bubble bath, to wear comfy clothes and watch some TV with hot chocolate in a mug. All that went out the window when Liza suddenly had one of her mood swings, demanding a food carnival.
The kitchen was totally cluttered with dishes and bowls here and there, specks of flour on the counter top, cabinet doors open, pans and pots on the stove, and two women singing and dancing to their old favorite song Downtown.
When you're alone
And life is making you lonely
You can always go
Downtown
When you've got worries
All the noise and the hurries seem to help I know
Downtown
Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalks where the neon lights are
