Chapter 15
“You awake?”
No,” Mark mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Ignoring him, I said, “I just realised something. It’s a year ago today that you came to live with me.”
“Oh yeah,” he said, sounding more awake. “Want to do anything special?”
“You remember the meal I cooked for you that night?”
“Chicken and pasta?”
I was thrilled he’d remembered. “I want to cook it again. Would that be all right?”
“No, I want to cook it, and I want to feed it to you this time.”
When Mark had first moved in, his hands were bandaged and I’d had to do almost everything for him, including feeding him.
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Once we’d cleared away the breakfast dishes, we walked into town to buy our joint Christmas gift to each other. After seeing, and hearing, Tom and Cliff’s CD player, we’d decided to get o
