“So, am I doing this correctly?”
I don’t even glance over at his work and reply: “Yeah, it’s fine, thanks for helping.”
I am busy with pots and pans on the stove, while he is meticulously cutting a zucchini into small bits. Maiming I should say really. But I’m trying not to pay to much attention to him.
“So how do you like working for John and Kate?” He’s still trying to keep the conversation going.
“Sure.” I reply absentmindedly. I wish the kids would storm in right about now. They would create a nice distraction between him and me.
Silly lovestories 