Chapter 23: Tiffany, Part 2

Laying my head back on my arms, I notice Denise has a huge grin on her face.

"What?" I ask.

She glances up at me then back down to dump some flour in the bowl. "Every time he can't stump you makes me laugh. You know he actually jots down jokes now, so he can remember to try them out on you?" She chuckles. "It's become his personal mission to prove he's funnier than you."

I shake my head, stifling a giggle. "That is a very strange life goal."

"No one ever said my husband wasn't strange. He's a good man, but he definitely keeps me on my toes."

I watch as she reads her recipe and continues adding ingredients to the bowl. I'm not a very good cook, but I enjoy watching her do so many things at once. Rice, eggs, now… whatever this is. I'm impressed.

"Why don't you go take a nap," she says suddenly, and I realize I must look as wiped as I feel. My head is back down on my arms and I'm just blankly staring as she works.