Macaroni and Cheese. I could make him macaroni and cheese. After pushing away from the wall, I hobbled into the kitchen, nearly falling in the process, and began to scavenge through the cupboards for something to fix him. He had nothing in the fridge except for mayonnaise and a few pieces of moldy bologna. The cupboards were filled with nothing, but junk food, but I was able to find a singular box of mac n’ cheese. Huffing, I turn down the hall and slowly make the short journey to his office. I knock on the door and lean against the door frame.
“Come in.” I hear his deep voice boom.
Opening the door, I wobble through the door and collapse in the chair in front of his desk. Alex is sitting with his wire framed glasses still on his face, doing some paperwork, but he immediately looks up as
