Chapter 4
We both got up and went into the kitchen to see what I could cobble together from what lay in the far corners of the fridge.
“There’s a couple of chicken breasts, some tomatoes that are only fit for frying, and a bit of salad. Would these along with some pasta and a jar of pasta sauce do you?” I asked Mark.
“Great. Do you need a hand?”
“Thanks. If you could get the packet of pasta and the sauce from the pantry over there, that’d be a help.”
We soon began to get the meal together. We seemed to work pretty well as a team. Domestic harmony,Yeah right, Simon, I thought to myself, dream on!
I cut the chicken into strips; Mark said it would cook quicker that way. I wasn’t all that domesticated, I just knew enough to feed myself the basics. I didn’t see the point in going to a great deal of trouble, when I was the only one who would eat the end results. I made a bit more of an effort on the few occasions when Mary would come over, but on the whole, I just did for myself.