Clarisse lit the stove and put the eggs in the pot and left them to boil. She grabbed mayonnaise and cheese from the fridge, and just left them clustered on the countertop.
Wichita stared at Clarisse in a daze, wondering what exactly she was trying to do? Clarisse expeditiously scoured through all the cabinet for flour, but she couldn’t find it in any of those. She can’t even ask Wichita to have it brought here. Estelle had made it quite clear, that's all she was going to get.
“Is the flour so important?” Wichita grumbled, “… can’t you use any of these.” She gestured to the other ingredients scattered around on the trollies.
“Yes, it is Wichita.” Clarisse replied, clattering the cabinets, “… would you please step out of my kitchen?”
“What?” Wichita scoffed, “… your kitchen?”
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