After wrapping my robe around me, I walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen. The smell of warm, sizzling food permeated the air. I noticed that the chef was preparing some potatoes and ham. “Hello!” Lydia called out to me. She seemed to be in an even cheerier than usual mood this morning. “Hi,” I said softly. “That smells good.” “It’s almost ready,” she said smiling. “You’ll love it. Won’t she, Michael?” I walked around the corner to see Michael at the far end of the kitchen counter. Between them was my father who was reading a newspaper. Michael smiled at me with a mouthful of potatoes. “It’s delicious, Aubrey!” he said gleefully. I gave Michael a small smile as I sat down next to Lydia at the counter.
