“The last decent meal I had
was, damn, a couple of months ago if you don’t count the parts of steaks and
such that the restaurants toss in dumpsters.” Race stood uneasily in the center
of the kitchen as he answered, uncertain what he should be doing, or not doing.
Shan sensed his discomfort
and said, “Either sit or get over here and help. Okay?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Plates and such are up
there.” Shan nodded towards the cupboards. “Silverware’s in the second drawer
down.”
“Set the table in other
words. That I can handle.” Race stopped at the sink first to wash his hands.
“Hope you like lasagna. I
have a half a one left over from a couple of nights ago. It just needs nuking.”
As he talked Shan took the glass container from the fridge, putting it in the
huge microwave that sat on one end of the counter. “You do salads?”
“Eat them, sure. I’m not so
hot at fixing them though.”
“Fixing’s easy. You chop up
some lettuce, toss it on a plate and add dressing. Like so.” Shan demonstrated.
Race snorted in amusement.
“Not quite restaurant quality but it works for me.”
Soon enough everything was
on the table and the two men sat down to eat.
“Can I ask something?” Race
said once he’d made a fair dent in his meal.
“Can and may. What do you
want to know?”
“Why do you live in the
heart of the city? I mean seems to me you’d want to be out somewhere where you
can run.”
A shadow crossed Shan’s face
before he replied. “I live as a human, Race. This is where my business and my
friends are these days. When I feel to need to connect with my Were side I
teleport out to the bayou, or just about anywhere else I want to be depending
on my mood.”
“Whoa. Just like that you
can be here one minute and somewhere else the next? Wish I could do that.”
I am wondering here!
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