Chapter 21

Dinner Time

“It’s dinner time!” She yells from the kitchen while Sam and I sit on the couch waiting for her to finish cooking.

When we both glance at each other, I roll my eyes before he gives me the “look.”

She walks out in a flowery pink apron and says, “Please sit at the dinner table. I will bring it out momentarily.”

After she says it, Sam nudges my arm and then nods toward her.

Whispering, he suggests, “Why don’t you go help her?”

Frowning, I hesitate but then decide to be the better person and stand up to follow her back into the kitchen. As I open the door, I smell the delicious aroma of pineapple, among other things. Curious about what the dish is called, I ask sweetly, “This is wonderful. What is it called?” 

“Oh, this? It’s a traditional Caribbean dish called pineapple chow. It is considered a snack, but this