Chapter 8

I turned back to find them all seated around the table, and my mouth twisted. “I will make something for myself, if you do not mind?” Not that I much cared at this point. There was nothing quite like making a total fool of one’s self, which I had thoroughly done. Besides, this would most likely be the last time I saw this benighted family. I went to the refrigerator and examined the contents. Eggs, ham, half a wheel of cheese, a green pepper, some mushrooms. I found an onion in the pantry that didn’t seem on the verge of going bad, and with all the ingredients on the worktop, I began grating and chopping, putting together an omelette.