I lay on my favorite patch at the Arlinston Park, basking in the sunlight. My dagger rests beside me, half sheathed. The war was over, but I kept a weapon on me all the time. I have made many enemies.
I shrug those thoughts away. I didn’t come to worry. I came to relax. A giddy laugh builds in my throat and dies into longing. Haven’t I always wanted this? To end the war with Kazan, to settle down and not worry about our lives? Did I really want a life on the run?
Stop. Focus. Breathe. I am not here to worry. I gaze at the freshly re-planted elm trees of the Groven after Astoria began restoration. I picture Kile grunting as he shovels soil over the saplings, wiping the beady sweat on his brow every few minutes.
The thought eases me
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Itching to touch the basket, I listen as he explains. “In Amistead, we like to celebrate occasions with a picnic,” he says matter of factly. “We bring food and dine in an outdoor setting most of the time, and share it with our friends and family.”
“Oh,” Realizing how ungrateful I sound, I add an appreciative “Thank you.” I watch as Malachy pulls the checkered cloth off; shakes it into a blanket, revealing the feast he packed into the basket.
“Sit,” he motions to the blanket.
When I do, he reaches into the basket and pulls out some paper plates, unpacking in slow, deliberate steps.
My mouth waters as he places a grilled cheese before me. I snatch it and take a big bite before my attention falls back to Malachy’s basket again.
The pearly white box sits at the bottom, its splendor overshadowed by the walls of the basket. I wait for him to unpack it, to take cookies out of it or something, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he smiles at me. “Eat.”
So I do, but I sneak a glance at it every once in a while when I think he isn’t
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“Hmm…” I stare at his face pretending to decide if he’s telling the complete truth.
This disarms him, and he bursts out laughing. In the following moment, he gives in. “Okay, Okay, they did all the work.” “Besides, it’s the thought that counts,” he adds in mock defense.
“ Not that they’d let you cook,”. We both chuckle at his garlic bread incident. Long story short, the royal kitchen almost exploded and smelled like garlic for weeks. Kudos, Malachy.
Two turkey wraps, a grilled cheese, an apple and about three glasses of berry juice later, I put down my plate and ask him about the box. I don’t know, what do I expect?
“Oh.” he blushes a little. Interesting. “I was just getting to that,” Oh.
He takes the box out of the basket and I gasp. It’s a beautiful box, and though I am not one to care for aesthetics, I know I love it when I see that rounded edges lines with thin gold and the shiny half pearl mounted on top.
“For you,” he says, his voice shy.
A series of dreadful feelings well in the pits of my stomach, threatening to re welcome my lunch into the world. I run my fingers over the latch and open it. Pulling back the lid, I see a tiny cake, frosted with a mountain of vanilla frosting, embellished with tiny silver
“Chicken parmesan.” I replied, placing a pan on the stove. I move to get the spices out of the cabinet above my head and he moves with me. I giggle, then try to push him off. “Liam, I’m trying to cook.”
"Let's eat before the fish is cold. Besides the salmon, I also made baked potatoes, carrots, and peas. I made just plain food except for the soy butter sauce for the grilled salmon. What is that, under your dishcloth that ye brought?" He
“Too risky. You know that. My baking secrets don’t belong on camera,” she shifted uncomfortably.
He watches her for just longer than would be comfortable for a normal person, but his gaze does not linger away from her eyes.
He said,” Wow I knew you would help people out someday”. I said,”Ya” with a smile. Then the food came out.
“Sweetheart, it looks great, and it is delicious. Mark, try a piece,” he said and handed the plate to Mark.
After looking at Noah for a few more moments, he nonchalantly handed over the box he was carrying to me, and I opened it up. Inside was a bear that he made at one of those "stuff your own bear for an exorbitant fee" places for his new brother. I handed it to him to show to Noah, and after a couple of “whatever” back and forth shakes of the bear in his brother’s face, it ended up back in the box.
She tells him that their is a feast inside waiting for him. Harvey is overjoyed with the amount of food he has
“I didn’t complain; I liked cooking with her wither I liked the food or not. So I leaped off the counter and grabbed a pan like normal and brought it to her. While I did that, she usually got out all the ingredients.
“Great, I will get that out for you in just a moment.” the waiter exclaimed with glee as he advanced into the kitchen to get their food.
“Thanks Aleah,” she smiles and then takes my cleared plate and walks over to the sink.
Every time I tried to reach out and open the lid I’d freeze up, worries and doubts filling my head with what ifs and scenarios filled with uncertainty. This went on for five minutes. Do I really want to know what the box contains? On one side I’d be able to find out what has mum so upset, and maybe I would be able to cheer her up. But on the other side is that, maybe the box will contain certain things that will possibly hurt or burden me. However, I was always weak to the temptation of curiosity. With a deep breath I grabbed the lid of the box and slowly lifted it up.
“Um, some turkey”. Jenny didn’t want her mother to know that she had gotten something that wasn’t useful for their family.
"This is delicious," I praise, smiling at Suzanne. She had cooked a four cheese homemade lasagne dinner with mouthwatering, crisp garlic bread that crunched after every bite. There was also a fresh Caesar salad with eggs, croutons, carrots, cheese, cranberries, and dressing. I was practically inhaling my plate because lasagne had always been my favorite food and this tasted amazing.
“Breakfast is ready, son, oh what is this?” she asked as her eyes glinted with curiosity on the parcel.