and so it begins…
“When was the last time you cooked something Cheh?”
My father looked at me quizzically from across the kitchen, where I’d been guiltily stuffing my mouth full of cherries.
“Erm…” I said, trying not to choke on the stones “last week?”
“I don’t think so.” said he.
I caught a bit of juice that had threatened to escape in vampiresque torrents down the side of my mouth.
“Two weeks ago?”
A head shake.
6 bites more
