Chapter 6

The kitchen and I don't really mix well with each other. I am not a kitchen princess.

Not at all. The kitchen is where the knives are. I like to stay far away from those.

Not because I have murder thoughts, because I do have those. No, It's because when I was younger I tried to remove the pit from an avocado by stabbing it out, but

instead, the knife missed and hit a nerve from my index finger.

A lot of blood, tears, and stitches later I vowed to myself that I will never have avocado again. And I'll never touch a knife. Ever again in this life.

Until now.

"You invited me over for salad?!"

My fingers were trembling while slicing the last tofu. I put the knife down and finally paid attention to Caden and the tantrum he was throwing.

He was staring daggers at me from across the table.

"On the phone you said 'I made something delicious come over.'," he air quoted delicious. "This is some white people shit."

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