Who: Amy Chen and May Paik What: Cooking and talking. When: Wednesday, 12 to 12:30 Where: Pennington Condominium, Hugh's apartment. Rating: PG Status: Complete
Fingers drumming over the counter, Amy drew a deep breath, brushed hair behind her ear and took another sip of her much diluted coffee. For all her attempts to wean the family onto more healthy beverages, she still indulged from time to time. Especially when she felt as out of her depth as she did around May Paik. In a good sense, mind. The older woman knew so much and could teach her so much that Amy felt at a pleasant disadvantage. Somehow, interacting with May felt like a one way ticket to a happy marriage.
But some of the things she heard disturbed her. Threw her off, like slick, oiled pans sliding through her fingers to spill over into the sink. It was why she'd been relegated to the role of watcher for the next minutes while she bandaged a blister on her middle finger. The injury gave way to listening rather than doing - a welcome break, because if anything, May was a well of information.
"Tell me again, bit by bit, because I still can't believe it. Is that really what they said?"