DAMIAN
"Oh sir. You are back."
Molly dropped the rag she was using to clean the cooker. She hurried over to me.
"Hi. You're busy here I see." She nodded, eyed the grocery bags I had just laid on the counter and reached for them. I shook my head. "Don't bother. I will take care of this. Go home. You have the evening off."
"Really? Thanks Mr Damian."
I watched her hurry out the kitchen door. I turned to the bags of groceries I had picked up on the way to work.
"Here I go," I muttered to myself as I rolled up my sleeves and began unpacking the groceries in preparation for making dinner.
On the menu tonight was Amelia's favourite meal and of course, fried chicken. She was partial to fried chicken. I didn't hurry the process, partly because I had come home from work much earlier than us
