To call the time of their discovery a "fond memory" would be a lie. I was honestly horrified. However, I am still glad that I told them, now I wouldn't have to live in secrecy. I walked into the kitchen to see my mom and Mrs Singford working on preparing lunch in this restaurant styled kitchen.
It was extravagant with multiple large countertops, about 8 stoves, 4 ovens, it looked like we were about to serve a whole town. The smell of bolognese sauce was wafting through the air, which made my stomach grumble. The sound was so loud, that they both turned around to look at me. I sheepishly smiled they both giggled in turn.
"How can I help, mom?" I asked to break the awkwardness.
"Well, you can help by setting the table, I would have had your father do it, but they are both busy discussing a business trip." She said with disdain in her voice.
