"He's moved in. What more can I say." May answered flatly, closing the refrigerator door instead of pushing the issue of food with her daughter. It didn't matter. She opened the cupboard and pulled two glasses out to fill with water. "Noah keeps to himself and seems to like it that way. I cannot remember the last time since I had to actually cook."
She set a glass of water in front of Jae-mi and slumped into the chair across from her, lacking her usual grace. "Of course he brought a spatula along? What person lives without one?"