Carlos and Debbie sat at one side of the table, while Megan and Tabitha sat opposite. They clinked glasses and began to eat.
The atmosphere was quite good at the very beginning. Debbie raved about the dishes, praising what a terrific cook Tabitha was.
The dinner had a pleasant start, but it wasn’t Long before Megan began to fawn over Carlos.
“Uncle Carlos, this is popcorn chicken. I helped
Tabitha cook it. Give it a try, please.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Mmm,” Carlos said, unwilling to say more with a mouthful of food. The look on his face and the sounds of chewing were enough to gauge how he felt.
“Uncle Carlos, taste the soup. I helped Tabitha flavor it. Does it taste good?” Megan put a bowl of soup on the table, setting it down in front of Carlos.
She acted as if she were the hostess, and anyone who didn’t know better might believe that Megan was Carlos’ wife
His face deadpan, Carlos answered “Mmm” again. He was a man of few words, yet those few words usually said enough
Still, Megan continued to pile food onto his plate, and soon his place was inundated with all sorts of tasty dishes
Debbie, on the other hand, grew angry when she saw this. As any woman would be. Tabitha kept putting food onto Debbie’s plate, ignoring the gal’s rage. Debbie had to take a deep breath to suppress her anger, so she wouldn’t snap at the wrong person
She lowered her head and ate her food quietly. Suddenly, a piece of fish was put onto her plate and the man finally spoke, his mouth finally forming words that were not just sounds.
“I boned the fish.”
Debbie paused for a moment. If Tabitha were not here, she would mock him, “So you finally remember your own wife, huh?”
She put on a fake smile and said icily, “Thank you.”
Before long, he put a piece of raw lobster onto her plate.
“I remember you Like seafood. Mom made a couple of dishes just for you. Here…”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTabitha smiled at Debbie, “This lobster was flown in from Australia earlier today. It was very fresh, so I just sliced it. You’ll love it.
“I really appreciate it, Mom!” Debbie gave Tabitha a sweet smile, and ate the lobster. She always loved lobster, ever since she was a Little girl. Even when she was too young to properly shell it, her dad had always made sure to give her some. It was a nearly lifelong love affair with the dish. Carlos now paid all his attention to his wife. When
Debbie was about to pick up a piece of Lobster again, he was one step ahead of her and picked it up himself.
Debbie stared at Carlos in confusion. He dipped the lobster into the sauce before putting it onto Debbie’s plate. Then he picked up another piece of Lobster with shell and began to shell it.
Debbie’s jaw dropped. She approached Carlos and whispered in his ear,
“Put it down. Mom and Megan haven’t touched the lobster yet.”
He answered with a shrug, “They’re not fond of lobster.”
“Don’t worry about us, Debbie. I’m allergic to it, and Megan hates seafood.” But that didn’t echo her thoughts. What Tabitha was really thinking was, ‘My ungrateful son forgot his mother after he got married.