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out of tofu . When it was finished, she called them inside and told them to go wash their hands.
When they were all cleaned up, they each climbed into their chairs and looked at the meal. “Mac and cheese? What’s the special occasion?” Sam asked, already looking into the casserole dish to smell the cheddar cheese. “You know, Billy gets the mac and cheese in the box but this is much better,” he declared and jumped out of his chair to give her a hug.
Siri accepted the hug with relish, then picked him up and plopped him back down into his chair . “Let’s say grace,” she admonished before Sam could grab the handle of the spoon to serve himself. The warning was twofold . She wanted them to be grateful for their food, but she also knew that his little hand would dig the spoon in deep, and there was the strong possibility that he would fling some of the casserole onto the wall behind him. Experience had taught her well.
Both boys bowed their heads while Siri gave thanks, then they licked their lips as she took the serving spoon and ladled the mac and cheese onto their plates. “Real hot dogs?” Sam asked.
“Do they look real?” she questioned right back at them , surprised that they were asking . They continuously surprised her about what they’d figured out.
Jacob laughed and shook his head. “Not real,” he declared.
Sam nodded his head and popped one into his mouth. “Tofu dogs,” he claimed. “ We get real hot dogs at school.”
Siri didn’t correct him that they only served turkey hot dogs at school. What they didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt them.
She kept checking her cell phone for messages, wondering if she’d missed the call from Malik. In the past, she hadn’t bothered him unless she knew he was on his way to her. So she wasn’t sure what time lapse was normal when she needed him to call her back.
Bath time passed by, their teeth brushed, their cute little bodies tucked into fleece pajamas and both of them snuggled into their beds in the room right across from hers. And still no word from Malik. It was relatively early in the evening, only eight o’clock, but she’d called him two hours ago. Surely he’d gotten the message by now.
A small part of her hoped that the phone he had used earlier in the day to call her wasn’t really his. That it was just a throw away that he used sometimes when he needed a phone. That would let her off the hook and she could keep her boys all to herself, guilt free.
The dishes were finally done, the cozy kitchen cleaned up and her family room all straightened out by the time she sat down and pulled her work bag towards her. She was propped up on her overstuffed chair, and it occurred to her that this was almost the same position she was in when Malik had walked into her apartment four years ago. Her tiny little cottage style house was bigger, but not by much. The family room contained barely enough space for her sofa and two chairs, but this furniture was of much better quality than what she’d had back then. And this time around, she had a wall separating the kitchen from her family room, which was extremely nice.
It was funny how things changed, and yet they still remained excruciatingly familiar.
Chapter 4
She was concentrating on reconciling the current inventory with the recent shipments when a hard, loud knock sounded on her front door. She looked up with worried eyes and noticed that it was only eight thirty, but she couldn’t imagine who would be at her door even at this time of the night . Her neighbors were wonderful, but they also knew that her boys went to sleep early at night, and they would definitely call before stopping by for any reason.
She peered warily through the security peep hole and her nervous breath caught in her throat. Standing on her front stoop, looking exceptionally gorgeous, was Malik in a pair of perfectly pressed, casual slacks and a
When they were all cleaned up, they each climbed into their chairs and looked at the meal. “Mac and cheese? What’s the special occasion?” Sam asked, already looking into the casserole dish to smell the cheddar cheese. “You know, Billy gets the mac and cheese in the box but this is much better,” he declared and jumped out of his chair to give her a hug.
Siri accepted the hug with relish, then picked him up and plopped him back down into his chair . “Let’s say grace,” she admonished before Sam could grab the handle of the spoon to serve himself. The warning was twofold . She wanted them to be grateful for their food, but she also knew that his little hand would dig the spoon in deep, and there was the strong possibility that he would fling some of the casserole onto the wall behind him. Experience had taught her well.
Both boys bowed their heads while Siri gave thanks, then they licked their lips as she took the serving spoon and ladled the mac and cheese onto their plates. “Real hot dogs?” Sam asked.
“Do they look real?” she questioned right back at them , surprised that they were asking . They continuously surprised her about what they’d figured out.
Jacob laughed and shook his head. “Not real,” he declared.
Sam nodded his head and popped one into his mouth. “Tofu dogs,” he claimed. “ We get real hot dogs at school.”
Siri didn’t correct him that they only served turkey hot dogs at school. What they didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt them.
She kept checking her cell phone for messages, wondering if she’d missed the call from Malik. In the past, she hadn’t bothered him unless she knew he was on his way to her. So she wasn’t sure what time lapse was normal when she needed him to call her back.
Bath time passed by, their teeth brushed, their cute little bodies tucked into fleece pajamas and both of them snuggled into their beds in the room right across from hers. And still no word from Malik. It was relatively early in the evening, only eight o’clock, but she’d called him two hours ago. Surely he’d gotten the message by now.
A small part of her hoped that the phone he had used earlier in the day to call her wasn’t really his. That it was just a throw away that he used sometimes when he needed a phone. That would let her off the hook and she could keep her boys all to herself, guilt free.
The dishes were finally done, the cozy kitchen cleaned up and her family room all straightened out by the time she sat down and pulled her work bag towards her. She was propped up on her overstuffed chair, and it occurred to her that this was almost the same position she was in when Malik had walked into her apartment four years ago. Her tiny little cottage style house was bigger, but not by much. The family room contained barely enough space for her sofa and two chairs, but this furniture was of much better quality than what she’d had back then. And this time around, she had a wall separating the kitchen from her family room, which was extremely nice.
It was funny how things changed, and yet they still remained excruciatingly familiar.
Chapter 4
She was concentrating on reconciling the current inventory with the recent shipments when a hard, loud knock sounded on her front door. She looked up with worried eyes and noticed that it was only eight thirty, but she couldn’t imagine who would be at her door even at this time of the night . Her neighbors were wonderful, but they also knew that her boys went to sleep early at night, and they would definitely call before stopping by for any reason.
She peered warily through the security peep hole and her nervous breath caught in her throat. Standing on her front stoop, looking exceptionally gorgeous, was Malik in a pair of perfectly pressed, casual slacks and a
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