James nodded and took the bag and went to the small table. Sitting down he tugged out a knife and began skillfully chopping them. Several minutes later he finished and he cleaned his knife off before replacing it back in it's sheath in his boot. His eyes drifted to watch his mother.
"Mom...? Could...can I ask you something?" he asked, looking at her.
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