8
FELICITY
A week had passed and I was exhausted and worn out by Ryo's constant humiliations and complaints about everything.
I had made him bagels with salmon and fresh cheese flavored with herbs, fried scampi on a bed of polenta, fried okra, fish soup, chocolate brownies and a dozen different cupcakes.
I had spent a fortune and stolen hours of study time to cook.
God, I had a lot of fun. I loved being behind the stove and Ryo's ecstatic look warmed my heart.
Too bad he ruined it every time he opened his mouth.
“ Passable. I tasted better. I expected more. Not bad. Pretty good.”
These were his comments after greedily draining the dish with little moans of pleasure from time to time as I explained the lesson repeated in the notes I brought him each day.
Even on that, he always h
