Chapter 45: Dirty Drunk Frida

Frida pokes my arm, calling my attention back to the present. It still feels weird, but I shake off the ominous feeling and mutter a quick apology. She makes coffee and serves a few times as the hours go by. They are short on hands. I wonder if Scarlett worked here before tragedy befell. Will it seem like I'm becoming her replacement for everything?

I smack my head mentally after that thought. It's a ridiculous thing to centre my mind on and it's not up for argument. Zeke said I should learn my way around a kitchen, so I'll start here. I sit on the counter stool and watch the magic happen up close. Sometimes it's Keith or Nancy, and most times, it's just Frida and I loitering around the counter, conversing about various topics.

We eat dinner at a taco stand after her shift ends. They all agreed I'll start officially on Monday, but I can always come around with Frida before then and while away time.

"How's his baby doing?" She asks on the last bite of her taco salad.

"I hardly feel anyt