Did they just walk up to her and start talking?” “That's a question for her, dear wife. Me, I'm a little flabbergasted that she has more friends than I do.” “Everyone has more friends than you do.” She teased. “Cause you take up all my time” Steve replied, grabbing his wife and kissing her. “Now go talk to our daughter, and bring me back something juicy.” After ten minutes, Catina came back downstairs. “She doesn't want to talk to me.” She said. Chapter Nineteen The steaks were bursting with flavor. Their juices were not solid red, but rather a greasy, pink liquid that made them easy to chew. The corn was still in cob-form, piled high in the middle of the table. Sweet rolls, mashed potatoes and apple pie rounded out the meal.
