Uncle Fred’s Girlfriend

Sam

"This is good, Sam. I knew you were a good cook because my boy always tells me about the food you make at the dorm. But dang- these cookies are so good." uncle Fred says, making me smile.

"Thank you. I've had good teachers." and it's true. Mom is an awful cook, but dad's workers always brought their wives around. A few even babysat me when I was smaller. I took advantage when they would cook and bake, standing next to them to learn how to cook and bake.

The door opened, and Russell came in with his jacket full of snow. The wind was picking up, making whistling noises outside. "Got the honey!" he says, lifting it and shaking his snow-filled hair.

He walked toward us, placing the honey on the counter and kissing my lips. I lifted a cookie, making him take a bite. "Mmh, I love your snickerdoodles. They're the best, baby," he says, making me smile.

"The best." uncle Fred says, making us chuckle. "I told you... She's a good baker, right?" Russell says to uncle Fred. "Son, you weren't