“You’re quite the cook, Tessie.” I think I’ll scream if he calls her that one more time. “Thank you.” She smiles, like the nice person she is. I can tell his bullshit is seeping in, filling the emotional cracks he created by leaving her when she was a child. “I mean it; maybe you could teach me this recipe sometime.” For you to use where? In your nonexistent kitchen?
DUDE
