Chapter 44
Raven and Aidan arrived about the time the bacon was done, but shortly before the ham was ready. They sat at the couch in the living room talking amongst themselves. It was kind of irritating Amelia. "They could help too," Amelia muttered as she chopped up bacon and started applying it to the tortillas. "No. Raven once set fire to a fish and was surprised when it was awful," Forsythe told her. "Aidan?" Amelia asked, intrigued. "He once told me he'd just cook 'whatever' if it was him. The audacity." Forsythe looked peeved. Amelia giggled helplessly at last. "You're like the ultimate housewife." "Don't be absurd. I am the perfect housewife." Forsythe replied. There was no inflection to indicate he was kidding, but then he paused on his knife board from slicing the ham. "For cooking at
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