MATT AND I WORKED TOGETHER in the kitchen to make dinner. I was on chopping duty while Matt organised the rest. The only thing I hated chopping was onion. Matt had found the best way to avoid the onion tears, though. He’d bought a bag of pre-chopped onion from the frozen food section. He’d bought frozen spinach too, so all I’d had to chop was the pumpkin and the chorizo sausage.
Once I’d sliced and diced, I wiped the bench then dragged a dining chair into the kitchen, so I could sit and chat with Matt while he was stirring. Matt poured two glasses of white wine. He handed me one, then tipped the other into the pot. Steam billowed as the wine sizzled. The scent of onion and garlic filled the kitchen.
Matt refilled his glass and clinked it with mine. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
I didn’t want to
