February 10, 2002
At the stove, he used the spatula to flip the potatoes wedges as they cooked. Glancing over his shoulder at her, he swiveled his hips and sang along with the music, holding the spatula up like a microphone. Her giggle slid into a full laugh as he grabbed her hand and spun her around the kitchen.
‘You’re silly.’ She gasped as he let go of her to flip the potatoes. It wasn’t really true. He wasn’t silly at all but for her. But for her smile.
Under sway of that beautiful smile, he pretended to flip potatoes across the room.