I looked out the window. Definitely feds.

Second Spirit - 14
by Melanie Brown
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The kitchen was just around the corner from the living room. I mentally slapped myself for expecting something like a brick oven instead of the old-fashioned but modern stove. And I only say old-fashioned because it’s all an older house. Mom unnecessarily demonstrated how to use the stove.

“You’re going to make dinner tonight. Let’s go to the store and pick up a few items,” said Mom cheerfully.

“But I just got here!” I complained.

“You have a lot of catching up to do!” Mom chuckled. “Why wait?”

“I don’t know how to cook!” I protested.

Mom shook her head. “Time to start learning.”

The doorbell rang. Saved by the bell. Maybe.