Marilyn
She watched Calvin move about the kitchen, setting himself up and then making the pancake mixture. He didn’t even need a recipe, and she knew it was correct. A part of her wondered when he’d learned to cook. He’d never once cooked anything in this kitchen the entire three years that they were married.
She’d made him breakfast maybe a handful of times. Usually he wasn’t even there, or just had coffee and read the paper before leaving for the office. He smiled right at her curious look. “I took cooking classes in the last few years. It gave me something to do.”
She raised an eyebrow at him but then nodded. “Fair enough.” She stated simply, that explained it. She was curious as to what he could cook but wasn’t about to start that conversation. Today was about him and the boys spend
