Andrew has been stroking his chin, squinting and staring at Leroy for a while.
In the kitchen, Leroy kneads his dough and tightens his jaw.
"Yes I am a man and I cook. I am independent in every way, a problem." He faces him and crosses his arms against his chest.
Andrew gets up from his chair and keeps his eyes squinted.
"Do not flatter yourself, I already know that you could survive alone even in a desert." He leans on the vegetable garden and looks around.
"That’s not the point."
Leroy arches an eyebrow and pushes it away.
"Why are you staring at me then?"
Andrew takes a strawberry from the bowl and eats it gently. Leroy looks at it askew and patiently.
"There’s something that puzzles me." He turns his head towards the entrance and sees Lenore asleep in her wheelchair. He immedi
