Too Hot, Hot Damn

When we finally finish dinner, Bianca goes to Oliver’s room without any explanation.

“Does she want dessert?” my mum asks, but Oliver shrugs.

“I don’t know what has gotten into her. I’ll go check on her,” Oliver’s voice is tinted with frustration. Bianca has been rather rude tonight.

“Do you want dessert?” My mother asks, turning to Jake.

“Ooh, yes, please. Can I help?” My mother gives him a scolding look and he puts his hands in the air. He hurries to the couch where my dad is sitting.

“Catherine, will you give me a hand please?” I walk behind my mother to the kitchen, glancing over my shoulder at Jake. He nods his head at something my dad says.

“Is it just me, or was Bianca strange?” my mum asks in a quiet voice. I giggle softly as I nod.

“Yes, but she is always strange,” I joke and my mother laughs.

“Perhaps. You and Jake can enjoy the dessert in your room. He does not have to listen to your dad’s conspiracy theories,” my mum says with a wink. I have a wide smile as I take the two