“Bye.” Wiggling her fingers at her boyfriend, Connie closed her front door. As she grinned from ear to ear, she twirled around before she pressed her back against the door and sighed. Memories of that heated goodnight kiss just moments ago, lingered in her head. Thinking about it made her legs feel like butter melting into the carpet. Being busy on cloud nine made her overlooked the pink timberland boots laying on the floor in front of her. She tripped over them and flopped face down on the floor. Bliss was quickly replaced with fury.
Picking herself up off the floor, she screeched at her sister, “Tonya, how many times do I have to tell you not to leave your stupid boots laying in the middle of the floor?” She stumped up the stairs and barged into Tonya's room. Her sister was lying in bed with a pillow over her head.
“I know you hear me,” Connie rolled her eyes as she put her hands on her hips.
“I was really hoping this pillow would make me invisible.” Tonya reluctantly removed the pillow and sat up wearily. “Really C? It's almost midnight; can you shout any louder? I don't think those people in Japan heard you.”
“Whatever! I sooo hate sharing an apartment with you. You're lucky I love you. Anyways, I'm glad you're up. I had an awesome time with Antwan this evening. I think he's my future husband–except he might not pop the question when he finds out I can't cook.”
Tonya was now wide awake, rocking with laughter.
Connie waved her finger in front of Tonya's face. “I'm gonna fix that though. I invited him to dinner on Thursday, and you're gonna teach me how to cook.”
Connie clung awkwardly to the hand held mixer. She bit her lip as she stirred the mixture in the bowl with great concentration. Cake batter flew through the air like missiles; pots and other kitchen utensils its target.
“Time to add the eggs.” Tonya handed her sister the carton. “Just lightly tap them on the side of the counter.”
Gingerly, Connie picked up one of the eggs and squashed it into the side of the granite. Miscalculating the necessary force, egg-goo dripped from the side of the counter and splattered Connie's shoes. This pattern continued until her sister subdued her laughter long enough to take over.
Tonya continued delivering instructions. “OK, now use the spatula to get the dough into the baking dish.”
“Seriously, the what?” Connie raised an eyebrow and tilted her head.
“That white, bendy thingy hanging over there.”
“Got it. Why didn't you just say that?”
“Really? Just go turn the heat off under the pasta before it boils over–you do know how to turn off the stove, right?”
“I've got this.”
Crouching next to the stove, Connie turned a knob. She accidentally distinguished the fire from under the pot with the meatballs still simmering. She peeped over her shoulder to see if her sibling saw. Thankfully she didn't. Redirecting her attention back to the stove, she tried another knob and again stole the flames from under another unfinished pot. Surrendering in defeat, she bashfully turned to Tonya and asked, “Ummm, which knob is for the pasta?”
“You poor thing. You're like a pilot navigating a submarine; totally clueless.” Tonya muffled a mouthful of laughter. Her sister sneered and rolled her eyes, but remained faithful to the task at hand.
The unskilled chef worked tirelessly to conclude her meal. She had already won the heart of Antwan through months of dating, yet, she was determined to win over his stomach as well. The evening rolled by. Their little cooking project had taken longer than anticipated. With Connie's love of junk food, coupled with the invention of the microwave, her interest and ability to cook had been badly neglected.
Tonya plopped down on a chair and finally announced, “That's a wrap.”
“Yeah, this was harder than I expected. Let me check out one of my meatballs.” Connie cut into a juicy meatball and reveled in the wonderful aroma. She put a huge bite in her mouth;the world froze. Something was wrong. Tonya walked over and took a bite, too eager to wait on Connie's reply. The revelation on her distorted face revealed the worst.
Tanya coughed as she choked on the food. “I think you used the salt instead of the sug–” Her word was cut short by the ringing of the doorbell. Startled, they stood staring at each other.
“That's Antwan,” they said together with wide eyes.
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