"Does anyone ever go there, his room?"
I knew I sounded desperate but curiosity was getting the best of me.
"He hates to be disturbed unless it is very important." Gray shrugged. I stretched to grab a tomato paste from the top shelf. I turned it open and poured a specific quantity into it.
"What are you cooking? I want to have some." Sonia popped out of nowhere into our conversation and I smiled.
"Tomato sauce," I said. "We can put it in the refrigerator and use it whenever. For now, I need pepper."
Spinning in a circle, I made an attempt to pick up the scent of pepper. To no avail, I focused on the boiling tomato sauce.
"I'll go get it," Grey volunteered.
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Within a matter of minutes, breakfast was ready and the kitchen was more populated than when I came. Food w
