“Damon, Aunt Jenna will be back soon from her trip. How about helping me with dinner?” Aunt Jenna was going to be hungry after her journey home. She’d been away to see some of her Marafiki in San Fransisco over the weekend and had hesitantly left the house under the care of Jeremy and I.
“Sure, why not.” And we both made our way to the kitchen. “So, what are we having?” I thought for a moment.
“Erm, I think maybe spaghetti, tambi bolognese? wewe can start kwa chopping onions,” I said, throwing a couple to him from the bottom of the fridge. He caught them with ease.
“So where’s the...
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