After moving a little further from the door I stopped and then looked at him. “What was that about?”
“What did I do?”
“Why will you speak to her in that manner?” I asked and he sighed.
“I don't understand what I did wrong…”
“Of course you do,” I said looking intensely into his eyes and he exhaled again.
“Andrea, do you remember the first day I brought you a meal prepared by Sandra?”
“Yes, I do and it was perfect…”
“That's the point,” he stopped me before I could say any more words. “I know that Saundra is a great cook so desiring to eat something prepared by her is also proof that I love her…” he said and I shook my head in disagreement.
“No Nathan, it was more than that,” I paused, still searching his eyes. “How does it matter if she prepared the meal or not?”
“Andrea it mat
