Carolines Request

While I am cooking, I hear him walking down the stairs. Trying to concentrate on cooking, I pretend I didn’t hear him. Then again, maybe I shouldn’t?

“What is going on?” Turning, I look at him. He looks at me, confused. “I am not stupid, Marcus. I saw his face. Something has happened and he spoke to you about it.”

Standing my ground, I put my hands on my hips. Marcus’s laugh is loud. I swear Jackson could probably hear it outside.

“You think stamping your foot and putting your hands on your hips will work with me, missy?”

Looking at him, it clearly isn’t.

“Worth a try, isn’t it? It might have worked.” It really was all I had. I can’t do anything else that might make him tell me.

“Well, no, it doesn’t and it isn’t my place to say. You need Jackson to tell you, not me.”

He walks out the front door. So it is something about Jackson? Had it been the team, Marcus would just have said that it is a team matter. Standing, I finish cook