Beyond the Blame

I'm preparing lunch, and Damien is helping me. Well, barely helping me. But he is here. He is beside me, and that's all I need.

"Pass me that spatula," I ask.

He does. He hands it to me.

"Pass me the dish."

He passes it to me too.

"I want the long spoon."

"This one?"

"No, the big one," I say, pointing at it.

He picks it up and hands it to me.

"I need more eggs. And I need the tomatoes we got."

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