Love, my ass. The international language is food.

“My mother turned towards me with a coffeepot in each hand, her jaw dangling som…”

“...There is nothing Jake wouldn´t do for his wife, and even less he wouldn´t do…”

“Wait, Saturday night?" The ladder-backed chair creaked and I looked up as he le…”

“Cam laughed. "You know, my grandmother always said no woman with a decent vocab…”