JILLIAN'S HOME - KITCHEN
"Honey, you've barely touched your
eggs," Jillian pointed out as she peered over his shoulder. "I
thought that you liked them like that."
"I...um...like them over
easy." Reginald speared the eggs with his fork and lifted them off
the plate. "These are more like over...well...I'm not exactly sure
what they're like."
"But I turned them over really
easy." She pointed out as she tried to think about what she'd done
wrong. "I was very gentle with them."
"Sweetheart, that's not...."
He let out a sigh and hung his head.
better hurry up and finish your breakfast or you're going to be late for
work." She began to scurry around the kitchen, straightening and
cleaning as she went. When she realized that she hadn't had her own cup of
coffee, yet, she reached for the pot -- still almost completely full -- and
poured herself a cup.
"Um...maybe I should just skip
breakfast," Reginald muttered as he glanced at his watch and then at the
overdone bacon, burnt toast, and something that was supposed to pass as
eggs. "I'm running a little late, already."
can't have you going into the office on an empty stomach!" She paused
and took a sip of her coffee and then immediately made the worst face of her
entire life. "Oh, my lord! This is horrible! Why didn't
you tell me?"
"Well, you went to so much trouble I
didn't want to hurt your feelings." He carefully covered his plate
with his napkin and then rose from his chair so that he could walk over to her
and take her into his arms. "Honey, I appreciate the effort,
"But I can't cook." Her face showed
her disappointment as she completed his sentence. She'd tried so hard to
make everything perfect.
"Not everyone can be a master
chef," he pointed out. "But...maybe you should reconsider hiring
a housekeeper. I mean, at least you'd have some help around the house
"No, Reginald!" she spoke up
firmly. "I'm going to do this on my own."
all she'd be doing is helping. She could teach you a few things that you
don't know and then...."
"No!" She folded
her arms tightly across her chest in defiance. "So, I'm not the best
cook in the world. I can learn on my own."
sure you could." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her
close. "But in the process, we're going to starve to death."
have a table with our name on it at The Gardens," she grinned. As an
idea struck her, she stepped out of her husband's embrace and slowly tapped her
chin with her index finger as she thought. "You know, the university
has a home economics department. I'm sure they've got a beginning cooking
class during summer school."
"You're going to take a
"Of course! Where's the best place to
learn something? School!" Feeling a new sense of excitement,
Jillian's face practically glowed with anticipation. "I'm sure if I
talk to the Dean, he can squeeze me in. I'll just stop by the Registrar's
office after my meeting and fill out the papers."
"Oh, that ladies auxiliary your mother
has dragged me to," Jillian grumbled. "Thank goodness Lorraine's
been going with me. I'm afraid that I'd be bored to tears if it weren't
"I still think you should reconsider hiring a
housekeeper." Reginald eyed his wife with concern. "It's
not that I think you can't do it; it's because you shouldn't have to. I
don't want you slaving away here at home while I'm...."
doing it because I want to do it." She walked over to him and touched
him gently on the cheek. "I'm your wife. It's my job to take
care of you."
"All right," he muttered with a
nervous nod and then glanced down at his watch. He still had enough time
for a quick stop at Joe's to grab a doughnut and a real cup of coffee before his
first editors' meeting. "I just hope you know what you're getting