CHAPTER 40
Patricia’s still under the weather, but she dragged herself out of bed at five in the afternoon like a stinking martyr, hellbent on making us our daily casserole. It took Jake and me a full ten minutes to convince her to go lie down some more.
We decided to work together to make spaghetti for dinner. Jake’s watching the pasta, and I’m browning the hamburger meat for the sauce. It’s nice, just the two of us in here. Our kitchen’s small. I’ve seen walk-in closets on TV with more space that this, but Jake’s not that big of a guy, and we work comfortably side by side.
It’s been a quiet afternoon. While Patricia napped, I spent some time online and Jake did his phone thing, but it felt different. Like we were more connected even though we weren’t actually talking. It reminded me o
