Chapter 12. A Short Sad Tale

It's Friday again, and it has been another week of pure euphoria and harmony. The bond between me and Andy has augmented tremendously, and I am so over the moon about it. 

We sit in this kitchen for hours enunciating about anything and everything in general after Angel goes to bed, enjoying our usual lemon and honey coffee which Andy can't skip even for a single day. The cooking in this house has become a permanent responsibility for me too. I prepare their, sorry, our, every single meal, and I am so delighted for Andy's trust in me to do this. They love my food, so much, and now Andy does not eat anywhere else. No offence, but I am freaking gloating about it. It's a fulfillment for me.

I am patiently waiting for that day he will ask me to be packing his lunch for him so that I can break my legs jumping up and down with pleasure. Meh! Deep sigh! That sounds like the eighth wonder. All the same, this is okay. Having earned his trust, and his friendship, is more than