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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 6, 2009 23:58:18 GMT -5
Roland smiled. "It sounds great," he said. "I'm looking forward to it."
Except for the whole "bringing Riley" part. That he was less excited about. He wasn't even sure how he was going to ask her to come. He couldn't quite see a way to squeeze such an invitation into their conversation.
He glanced down at his plate, which was still half full. "I don't suppose I'm making the argument that I actually eat when I leave so much unfinished, huh? Do you suppose I could take home a leftover plate?"
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 1:02:10 GMT -5
Mathieu chuckled and shook his head. "Roland, you don't think you're leaving here without one, do you?" he teased. "I'm pretty sure your mother is planning to send you home with enough food to feed you for the rest of the month."
He glanced at his wife affectionately. He knew how she worried about each of her children. Roland had moved out right after school, and Cara had worried about him ever since. If he ever looked a little thin or pale, Cara was convinced he wasn't taking proper care of himself.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 1:17:49 GMT -5
Cara smiled at Mathieu, not denying that she was going to send Roland home with a lot of food.
"Of course you can, Roland. I'm glad you asked for one. You look thinner every time I see you, which is why you really should try to make it home more often."
She was at good at worrying as she was at baking. She adored her children and wanted the best for each of them, and that started with a home cooked meal. "I'll put one together for you before you go."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 9:41:00 GMT -5
Roland simply smiled. "I should have paid better attention when you tried to teach me how to cook," he said with a shrug. "I don't seem to have inherited the ability from you... to say I'm hopeless in the kitchen would be an understatement. I'm afraid I eat out most of the time."
Of course he knew full well that telling her this would only make her fuss over him even more. But she was his mother, and he knew she'd worry either way. "Now that it looks like I'll be staying close to home for a while, I promise I will try to come over more," he added, knowing it would make her happy.
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Jan 11, 2009 2:45:59 GMT -5
Mathieu chuckled fondly. In so many ways, Roland was so much like him, and in others he was like his mother. It made for an interesting combination. "You're like me, son," he said. "I can't even seem to boil water correctly. The last time I did it, I left it too long and it boiled all over the floor. But you really should try to work on things in the kitchen. If you're going to live alone, you ought to know how to cook for yourself. Your only other hope would be to marry a woman who can cook..."
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