Immediately I'd shifted my plans for the weekend, Saturday was going to be dedicated to her only. Whatever she wanted to do, but there was definitely a Big Mac for lunch in her future.
I hope I survive it. I haven't eaten one of those things since I was a teen. Mom wasn't too big on fast food either, though it wasn’t for the same reasons as her dick of a father. At least we were allowed one every once in a while, we just weren't allowed to make a habit of it, which was as it should be.
"I know; I'll set the table." She broke my inner ramblings with that announcement as she jumped down off the counter.
"Already done baby, just relax, there's nothing for you to do."
I could tell she was nervous, probably not accustomed to sitting idly by while someone else did all the work, took care of her. I wondered what her evenings had been like at home. Did he make her wait on him hand and foot? Was she even allowed to watch television?