C17 Chapter Seventeen
“And what you wanted was pasta?”
I smile for the first time in … I don’t know when, actually. “They had the packages at the little convenience store in the bottom of my dorm. It looked easy.”
“Your mom didn’t want you to learn to cook, either?” He comes out of the pantry with some bottles with what looks like writings on them.
“It wasn’t important to her, I guess
