Chapter 52 A Taste.

Richard. “I can do the dishes.” Laura said, packing up the table immediately we finished eating. “I know you can, but I think I should.” “No. You brought the food. I should at least do the dishes.” She argued. Was she this uptight? I can't believe I am arguing with someone over doing the dishes. “Well, you didn't slam the door on my face and allowed me in when I showed up unannounced.” I shrugged and she smiled. “Technically, I slammed the door in your face.” She winced and I shrugged. “Okay. Let's say you slammed the door in my face. But at least, you opened it again and let me in. We could say slamming the door was because you weren't expecting me.” “Are we really arguing on who is going to do the dishes?” She let out a short laugh and I felt my heart swell with some strange emotions I couldn't describe. Laura is just— I don't know how to explain it. “I think I have a better idea.” I cough, trying to clear my throat. “Since we are both unwilling to give up thanks to courtes