my dad said as we came into the apartment. He sat up and flicked the television off. “Have a nice stroll?” Bobby headed over to sit beside him. “It’s a beautiful night out.” “Yeah, Paris is quite a city.” “Don’t get me started…” Bobby said. “You know,” I said as I reached for my purse. “I’ll let you guys debate the merits of Paris and New York while I go to the market. If we’re to have breakfast tomorrow morning we’ll need eggs and milk and…. I’ll only be a few minutes. You men enjoy yourselves.” I rushed out the door before they could argue. Once outside, I stopped and stood on the sidewalk a moment, simply breathing in the cool night air. I suddenly felt uncomfortable and suffocated around Bobby. I knew he was waiting for an answer, but I didn’t know what to say to him. “First thing first,” I told myself. “Groceries.” I turned on my heel and headed to the all night market two blocks away. As I picked up some milk and eggs, I marveled once more at the great meal Bobby had been able to serve us. Not only was there little to work with in the way of ingredients, but the majority of my best cooking utensils, and pots and pans were at Rial’s.
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