I smiled, "Good for you. You must be famished and thirsty. What would you like to eat? I have chicken nuggets and pasta. Tomorrow, we can go together and buy other ingredients you like: Steaks, fish, or others, and I'll make them for you."

Craig grinned, "Aunty..." I lifted my fists and said menacingly, "Honey, you either call me Lora or I'll have to beat you up."

He laughed. Of course. I was 7" shorter than him, and despite doing physical work day in and day out, his muscles were much bigger than mine.

"Sorry. Lora, I am not picky about eating, so everything you like will be OK."

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