Chapter 189: Ridge's Pasta Salad

For the next few minutes I follow Tabitha around the house as she quickly picks up pieces of things here and there. I fluff a pillow or two and finally we end up in the kitchen as she pulls out heavy square containers of pre-made side dishes.

"Ridge made the pasta salad because it's a specialty, but I bought the rest. Don't tell." She takes out a container of mashed potatoes and steps back counting the dishes before setting it at the end of the line.

Every surface in the oversized kitchen is covered with bowls, plates, and other dishes. "Do you think you have enough food?"

She stops to survey the area again, one finger tapping on the end of her chin. "I don't. Do you think so? I'm worried."

I laugh a small chuckle but she doesn't join. "Tabitha, I was kidding. You have enough food here to supply half of the town.

She shakes her head solemnly. "You've never seen these guys eat. Have you?"

I guess not. I've seen Huxley, and the way he put away the entire dish of twice-baked p