“It was, but I don’t need to hold on to their things to remember them. It’s outdated, so let’s just get rid of it. No one is using it.”
“As long as you’re sure?”
He rolls his eyes, leaning back in the chair. “Of course I’m sure.”
Dorothea finishes nursing while we drink our coffee. The food still has a few minutes left to cook, and each minute that passes, it smells better in here. My mouth is watering.
“What time do you think they’ll wake up?” I ask, gesturing upstairs.
“Same time as usual, I’m sure.”
Kelsey has been feeling a bit better, but still doesn’t want to tell Tommy, and even questioned if telling him on New Year’s, like we planned, was a good idea.
I’m torn.
I want her to tell him. I think it’s better for her to not do this alone. I can only be here so much. What she needs is her husband, but it’s not my call, so I just have to be a supportive friend, and do as she asks. Which I will.
But this news is killing me, and I really want to tell Grizz. I’m excited and it’s a struggle to keep it in. Still, I won’t betray Kelsey’s trust like that.
The oven beeps, and before I can move, Grizz gets up to check it.
“How do I know if it’s done?” he asks.
“Stick a toothpick in the center. Like a cake.”
It comes out clean, so he turns off the oven, puts on the mitts, and takes it out to let it cool.
“Fuck, that smells good.”
“You have to wait to eat it. I’m not even done with it yet.”
“It looks done to me,” he says, practically drooling as he looks down at it.
“You act like you’ve never eaten before.” I laugh.
“I haven’t eaten in like twelve hours.”
“Oh, you poor baby.”
He pours himself another cup of coffee and asks if I want one, but I decline. Dorothea goes into her bouncer while I work on making the fresh whipped cream to go along with this FrenchToast. I’ve never had fresh whipped cream, so I don’t know what it’s supposed to look like or taste like, so I follow the recipe as best I can. When it’s done, it’s freaking delicious.
“This is the best breakfast I’ve ever had,” Tommy says, patting his stomach.
“You’re lying,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
“I am not.”
I give him thereally?look.
“I’m not lying,” he says adamantly. “This was delicious.”
“Itwasgood,” Grizz adds.
“No, Griswold,” Tommy says firmly. “Not good.Delicious.”
“It was fucking spectacular,” he says dramatically. “Best shit I ever put in my mouth.” He leans close, and lowering his voice says, “Except your pussy.”
“I heard that!” Kelsey shouts with a laugh.
