Imani
“I can help, you know.”
Jackson snorted derisively. “Yes…I’ve witnessed your version of ‘help’, and I think I rather be without it.”
I pouted. “It was a mistake. I was distracted.”
“By what?” he asked, flipping a pancake.
“I was texting Mary.”
“Your friend who can cook, according to Judge Max.”
I rolled my eyes at the playful taunt.
“I can cook.”
“Setting food on fire is not cooking.”
I opened my mouth to argue but thought otherwise. We’d just be going around and around in circles, and while I hadn’t set anything on fire, breakfast was inedible.
“Agreed. While we’re on the subject of Mary, do you think you can ask Judge Max if it’s okay for her to come over for lunch, or vice versa? Do you think it will be an issue?”