She’s decided on macaroni.
What could possibly go wrong with macaroni? All you have to do is to boil it, then smother it in cheese sauce.
It’s absolutely essential that nothing go wrong.
Jon, Timothy, Sol, Freddie, Barry, Hugo, Ryan… what disasters she’d had with the meals she’d cooked for them.
Martin would eat her macaroni and love it.
She opens the fridge door, takes out cheese, cream, pepper, then pulls out the drawer for the cheese grater, a kitchen utensil she’s always been fond of.
No, no, Martin is absolutely not a shredded cheese guy. He’s more spicy tomato.
She replaces the cheese and cream in the fridge. Reaches for the last two tomatoes that remain in the plastic tub, some red pepper. She slices the slimy soft edges off the red pepper.
A soft rustling sound outside.