I smiled, "Good for you. You must be famished and thirsty. What would you like to eat? I have chicken nuggets and pasta. Tomorrow, we can go together and buy other ingredients you like: Steaks, fish, or others, and I'll make them for you."
Craig grinned, "Aunty..." I lifted my fists and said menacingly, "Honey, you either call me Lora or I'll have to beat you up."
He laughed. Of course. I was 7" shorter than him, and despite doing physical work day in and day out, his muscles were much bigger than mine.
"Sorry. Lora, I am not picky about eating, so everything you like will be OK."
We ate pasta primavera and drank coffee. I stared at him, admiring his growth. He reminded me of one of the high school athletes I fell for years ago. His manly face with the square jaw, the longish dark brow
