‘Thanks, I really needed that. Help me with my stuff.’ We carried my stuff into his house and straight to the kitchen. As always, everything was a...ready sitting out, I bake for him enough, he knows what I need for most things. Quietly, we make small talk while he watches me prepare the cookies for baking, making me laugh with his cute jokes. After the cookies finished baking, we went to his room to lie on his bed and talk about everything. I told him the seemingly long story about how I tried. , and it also remembered her on the fact that she hadn't done a lot for it this week, except the soccer training on Wednesday, and the game yesterday; she didn't do much running during the past week.And then, Sandra started smiling. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, barely missing Timmy, who was still lying next to her bed on the floor. He opened an eye for a moment, but then closed it again and kept on sleeping. Sandra carefully stepped over him and walked up to her bedroom door.. A man’s voice made its way through the walls "Who was that?" Just my friend Pat I was telling you about." Well is she coming." No she's too much of a fridget." I think I can change her mind."The sound of footsteps approaching alerted me to danger and I sprinted for the lock on the door. I turn the latch just as the handle begins to wobble. "Open up Pat I just want to talk to you, I can make you a lot of money."Cool, calm and collected I decline his offer "No thanks, I have an presentation. She reluctantly sat down as she protested saying, " ... but I have to serve the table."I finished seating her and said, "No talking back. I will serve you this evening. You have worked hard all day cooking this meal for us." Grinning I continued, "At least I think I saw enough for two."I picked up the plates and salad bowls and went to the kitchen. Returning I had a towel draped across my arm, two salads in my hand. In a poor imitation of an English butler I said, "Dinner is served."Placing our.