As soon as we finished eating, we gathered our plates and took them back into the kitchen.
"Are you going to put icing on that or are we eating it raw?"
Aubrey asked Norah, pointing at the cake that was cooling on the stovetop.
Norah looked at Aubrey and sighed.
"Of course I'm putting icing on it. I had to wait until it cooled off."
Norah grabbed the container of icing and began scooping it out with a spatula to spread across the top of the cake. Ana was shaking her head at their interaction when she reached out to grab my plate.
"Let me help," I told her, placing my plate into the soapy dishwater.
She didn't protest as the two of us worked in unison to clean the dirty dishes. Philip and the twins worked behind us to clean off the countertop, putting away the bags of potato chips in
