Loving Cousin

John was searing the roast when I got back. "She still mad at you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Did you apologize for being rude?"

"I will as soon as she does."

John turned the roast again and the meat sizzled loudly. "Will you get out the Crock-pot for me?"

"Sure, can I do anything else?"

"Peel some carrots and potatoes, if you want."

I sat the crock pot next to the stove and went to the pantry. "How many potatoes do you need?"

"Six. And six carrots as well," he replied.

Once I'd put them in the sink, I grabbed the peeler and got to work. With my hands busy, my mind began to wander and I tried to figure out why he'd gotten a job. "If you just need some money, I'll be happy to give it to you."

"It's too much to ask for, and I still owe you for the clothes. Don't worry, I've got it covered."

I watched him, standing there looking as delicious as the roast he was cooking. "Will you at least tell me what you need the money for?"

"Nope."

"If it's something for me, I'd honestly rather spend the day w