(27) Doorbell

"What time will he visit?" Beth asked, adding more spices and herbs on her beef stew.

"He said that he was on his way 20 minutes ago." I looked at the time and felt my heartbeat went faster, "So technically, anytime soon."

Her eyes widened. She tasted her stew and started doing everything frantically. "Dean, please pass me the salt!" Beth called out, fixing her apron.

"Which one?"

What?

"The powdery one."

Okay?

I gawked at him when he asked, "Is it the black one or the white one?"

She frowned, "The black one is the pepper, and the white one is the salt, do the math!"

Such a racist.

I went towards Dean and grabbed the salt when he was planning to take the flour. "Here." I gave her the salt and rubbed my hands consciously.

Charlie Langston is going to here anytime soon. I called him earlier to go here, in Beth's place.

To talk about what happened.

To talk about why it happened.

To talk about everything.

"You really should know the different kinds of herbs and spices," Beth muttered as s