Everyone had decided to eat dinner in the kitchen that night. Even Papa Khaos loved the gumbo, swearing that it was the best he had ever eaten.
Right after that statement, I found out that this was the only gumbo he had ever tasted, but I was still counting it as a win.
However, night came, and the kitchen was quiet again.
The scent of spice still lingered in the air from earlier, but the laughter had faded. I had gone to shower and then curled up in front of the TV to watch a movie. I needed to let the warmth of the gumbo and the soft buzz of peace settle into my bones before I went off to bed.
Beau stayed behind in the kitchen, in easy eyesight of me.
So did Eric.
When the atmosphere got a bit too tense for me, I got up off the couch and kissed both on the cheek before leaving the first floor. Clearly, they wanted to talk, and I wasn't going to get in the way of whatever had created that sort of tension.
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