“Door on the left,” he says and she is immediately on her feet.
“Maybe you should tell her,” Jillian leads, mouthing some salad.
“You think it matters?”
“Women can pick up on these things,” Jillian softly sang out her warning.
Emma had returned with the Romano and a zester from a kitchen drawer, adorns each plate with tiny flakes of cheese. She seems happy with her work and is soon sitting beside her new beloved again, commencing to enjoy her meal.
“Ah, little darling,” he began cautiously. “Most of the prepared dishes in the fridge are from my neighbors and …”
“Wannabe girlfriends?”
“Well, yeah,” he admits then looks at Jillian as if to say, “What have you gotten me into, daughter of mine?”
Emma eloquently chews her food, calmly confident and unforced she says, “Baby. Nobody can c
