“Out of curiosity,” she said idly as she dipped a piece of perfectly smoked chicken into a puddle of the mouthwatering homemade barbecue sauce, “since you’re a pretty amazing cook, why have you let me do all the cooking until tonight?”
“It seemed like something you needed to do. Something you could control, a way for you to create when art was a struggle.”
Yeah, I thought as much. “You know, all my life I’ve been told how hard I am to read. Even people who have known me for years say that, and yet you’ve been able to read me more easily than a picture book since day one. Why is that?”
“Because I didn’t just look at your cover. I read the blurb on the back… and then I bothered to actually open the book. I think we can both agree that it’s rather difficult to read any book if you don’t op
