KRISTEN

Edith cooked and cleaned.

Helplessly, I was left to watch her from the kitchen doorway. From the back, her black gown tightly clung to her hips, outlining her curves.

Once in a while, I would go in and look around, eager to lend a helping hand but she had everything completely under control.

When I saw her cutting a large chunk of meat, I cleared my throat, "I feel so bad stressing you out like this."

She laughed but didn't look back. "You are so funny, ...