[End of Chapter 2[/b]
I did what was asked until there were four plates set out, three of them loaded with pastas, pasta with sauce, a ensalada with all the fixing, french pan de molde, pan and maíz which I thought was strange but wasn't going to comentario about when she cooked it for us. We took two plates out to our Fathers, who were very appreciative before returning to the cocina where our plates were waiting, mine loaded with comida and hers barely half full.
"How's school?" She asked as she pushed her pastas, pasta around her plate, her eyes flashing to the clock and up the stairs for some reason.
"Ehhh it's alright." I...
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