After a lengthy hot shower, I got dressed and dragged my ass to the kitchen. Food was on the counter and somebody other than my sister was at the stove.
“Hey, Ma. I didn’t know you’d be here,” I said and took a seat at the island.
She turned around with a skillet in hand. As she plated the eggs, she said, “Sage called me last night and said you were staying over. I figured my son needed a good hot meal, not reheated crap from a box.”
“Thanks, Ma. I appreciate it.”
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