“Mmm that sounds so good,” Nicole muttered through her saliva-coated mouth.
Nicole and Mama chatted and fried chicken until the pile of raw chicken was gone. Meanwhile, Mark had finished getting dressed and came down to join them. He jumped in and helped keep the dishes clean and put away.
“Aww, sweet Mark. He always was my big helper,” Mama said, wrapping her arm around his ribs.
Mark hugged his mama back and looked up at Nicole. Her insides fluttered.
“Mama and I made some pretty delicious-looking chicken if you are brave enough to try some,” Nicole said.
“It smells really good,” Mark told her.
“Mark, honey, will you go out and get your father? I think he’s in the barn,” Mama said.
“Yeah, I’ll get him.”
“Thanks, honey,” Mama said.
Mark and Ben returned shortly. “Oh boy, it smell
