Chapter 40

I continue my descent down the opposite stairway. In the kitchen, the light is currently on. A request for entry.

That's how it is. The reason for this is because my father has not yet arrived home, and there is already food waiting for him.

I choose to disregard that and run directly to the referee. Check it out. There is some casserole that was left over from breakfast this morning.

One-half of a BLT sandwich, most likely the portion that Marie was unable to consume. I won't deal with that at all. There is cheese and macaroni. It is ham. To pickles. The chocolate cake cut into a slice. Wings of chicken. These are nachos. Now we are having a conversation.

I grab the package of wings and the nachos that are now dripping with sauce, and I begin eating them on the counter. Before the rear door opens and Marie arrives, I only manage to make it through three of the bedrooms. This is her favorite stance at the moment, and she is currently standing in the doorway with her hands on her hi