Chapter 40 - Fatima

I hold out my fork to Kurt for him to try a bite of couscous. “I swear, you’ll like it!”

Kurt looks at my fork dubiously. “It has vegetables in it.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You eat vegetables at the restaurant!”

“Yeah, and they’re covered in sauce or doused in butter,” he insists, still staring at my fork.

I sigh. How can he be in such amazing shape and be so anti-vegetable, I have no idea. “And this has spicy and healthy fats. I swear to you it’s good. I made it just like my Ba makes it and he learned it from his, Jida (grandmother).”

He still just stares at my fork like it’s poisoned.

“Fine,” I shrug my shoulders and turn the fork, popping it into my mouth. I close my eyes in bliss. Ok, I was putting on a little bit of an act, but the food really is good. And it brings to mind cooking day long feasts with Ba and JoJo, Mom at our antics, and Papa trying not to notice the mess in his kitchen. Good memori