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Post by Tanya Murphy on Feb 8, 2013 22:05:25 GMT -5
"Oh," Tanya said as she shrugged, "still you've got a pretty sweet life, so any food around here? I can cook something for the two of us."
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 8, 2013 22:06:07 GMT -5
"There should be. Someone comes and stocks this place every so often for the Drake family."
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Post by Tanya Murphy on Feb 8, 2013 22:07:16 GMT -5
"Okay, you just rest while I cook something," Tanya said going into the kitchen as she began rummaging through the place to find something to cook.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 8, 2013 22:08:31 GMT -5
He stumbled around, getting used to the cane. He figured once his pain was gone in his body he could get rid of it. It wasn't his leg that was an issue, just standing upright. The cane gave him help there.
He went off, back to the bedroom he found the cane in. His father's. He closed the door and put his hand against it. This room was going to remain closed.
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Post by Tanya Murphy on Feb 8, 2013 22:10:36 GMT -5
Tanya found some ingredients to make a good chicken meal as she used spices and herbs to make it flavorful as she worked on the dinner for a good hour or so. In between she prepared the table and cleaned out the plates and utensils, when the hour was up she got everything ready as she began looking for Jack and found him in front of a room, "You okay Jack?" she asked.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 8, 2013 22:13:15 GMT -5
"I'm thinking of my father," he told her, "That's all." He turned to her, "How long have we been here?" He had lost track of the time.
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Post by Tanya Murphy on Feb 8, 2013 22:14:44 GMT -5
Tanya nodded in understanding before checking her watch, "About...one hour and fifteen minutes," she replied before asking, "why?"
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 8, 2013 22:15:50 GMT -5
"I was just wondering how long I was standing here," he said, hobbling away from the door.
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Post by Tanya Murphy on Feb 8, 2013 22:16:56 GMT -5
"Oh," Tanya said, "well dinner's ready," she told him.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 8, 2013 22:17:22 GMT -5
He nodded, going to the table.
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Post by Tanya Murphy on Feb 8, 2013 22:19:02 GMT -5
Tanya sat opposite from him as she began eating in silence, pouring some wine to go with the chicken.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 8, 2013 22:20:10 GMT -5
He ate a little and poured himself some wine as well, in silence.
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Post by Tanya Murphy on Feb 8, 2013 22:20:44 GMT -5
Tanya was unsure of what to say at a time like this, she couldn't find any conversation at all that they could talk about.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 8, 2013 22:22:18 GMT -5
He finished his meal and finished his wine, "It was good. Thank you."
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Post by Tanya Murphy on Feb 8, 2013 22:23:25 GMT -5
"Your welcome," Tanya said finishing the meal, "I'll wash the dishes," she said taking the plates and glass.
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