“I can’t cook,” I say, my heart starting to beat faster, and I now get up. “Like I can cook, but I can’t cook for your mother.” I start shaking my hands. “Oh, here we go,” Zoe says, and Evan looks over at her with worry on his face. “This is her ‘I’m freaking out’ voice.” “Why?” he asks the question. Yes, a stupid question indeed. “Why?” I shriek. “You shouldn’t have said anything,” Zoe tells him. “Why? Because the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” “That is so not true.” Zoe shakes her head. “It’s usually through your vagina.”
