Yuming wore a girlish pink dress. She was hot. Suzi punched me. She squeezed me. I kissed her.“I’m so-oo hungry,” Kia moaned. She had showered with Dashawn and Yuming and was red not from the hot water. “You can’t get food out there.”“You know where the food is,” Connie waved to the cabinets. “Bring out the Flakes and the Ohs and Renée and I’ll set the table.”“I’ll put out some fruit!” My sister zipped off to the cabinets.“We’re on drink duty then?” I rubbed Suzi shoulders. We were smiling. Yuming gave me a look. I caught it a moment later. “She’s not a cripple.”“I’ll have Ohs.” Was all Yuming replied.“Am I a guest or is this my home?” Kia grumbled as she slid two boxes of Flakes onto the table. I didn’t answer. I’d let the girls claw her to pieces. I should’ve stepped in. Many of the girls were still in the shower. I noticed Dashawn wide eyed and watching. It was clear that was not appreciated.“Hey, can you sit on the other side of the table. I think Renée’s feeling self conscious.”. I wouldn’t have been doing my very best.I realized I love Mel so much that nothing I can do for her is good enough to satisfy me. Even when I make her a cup of coffee, I worry that it will be too strong, or not hot enough, or not ‘just right’.And I was beginning to suspect that she was going through the same process.The Thai-style lemon chicken with noodles and a mixed salad she’d served up the night before had been a work of art; Marsha had NEVER come up with anything half as good. The years I’d been living alone, I wouldn’t have bothered cooking something like that from scratch for myself – I’d have ordered in. But Mel had spent some serious time and effort on it and had fully deserved my praise. She’d deprecated herself, saying it could have been a whole better. I’d disagreed.I’d insisted on cleaning up after the meal, partly to reinforce the message to Mel that, unlike her own father, I intended to take a full share of all the household chores, but mostly because that’s the way.
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