“Did you know that Paul has his theater in this house?”
“Really?” I uttered as my eyebrows raised, but I did not look at him because I was busy separating the corn from carrots on my plate. I asked the cook to prepare mashed potato, corn and carrots, and fried chicken, but my tongue didn’t seem to like the taste when I tasted the corn and carrots.
“Do you want to watch a movie after your dinner?” he asked. “Lena and I went there, hoping to watch a movie, but we ended up fighting over what movie to watch.”
I heaved a deep sigh, wanting to give up, but my babies seemed to like the corn, but not the carrots. “You shouldn’t be fighting with Lena much, Jeremy. You never wanted to fight with a god,” I warned him.
He took a deep breath. “What are you doing?” He asked, taking my plate. “You
