Telephone by Sophia DeLuna

Author:Sophia DeLuna [DeLuna, Sophia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781370687145
Publisher: Smashwords Edition
Published: 2016-12-03T03:00:00+00:00

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On her way home, Ulrike was cursing her brother for being such an idiot, and more importantly for always relying on her to fix his problems. Of course, she could have said no - theoretically. But not only would her mother have her head if she didn't help him, she herself would feel bad too. She considered herself a helpful person, and not helping her own brother was something she just couldn't square with her conscience.

By the time she arrived home, she had managed to tone her annoyance down somewhat, and when Püppi greeted her at the door with a happily wagging tail, she couldn't help but smile.

Carmen had followed Püppi to the door to greet Ulrike and wish her a happy birthday, and after sharing a birthday kiss with her partner, she said, "That didn't take as long as I feared. Could you repair his car?"

"There was nothing to repair, he just ran out of fuel," replied Ulrike, grumpily, and bent down to take off her shoes.

"So, where is he now?" asked Else, as she joined the two in the hall.

"On his way here. He'll be here shortly … I suppose," said Ulrike.

"Why didn't you drive him?" Else wanted to know.

Visibly puzzled, Ulrike said, "Why would I do that when he's coming with his own car?"

Before Else could answer, Carmen reached in the bag she brought, and taking out a large and a small parcel, she said, "Would you like to unwrap your presents now?"

Grateful that Carmen had saved her from an argument with her mother, Ulrike smiled and took the offered parcels. "Aww, thank you Liebling." She was about to venture into the living room, when Else reminded her, "What about your potatoes? Aren't you going to make lunch first?"

Shooting Ulrike a compassionate look, Carmen explained, "We didn't dare finish the cooking, because we didn't know when you'd be back."

"I've already told Carmen that it would be good if she'd teach you something about cooking," remarked Else. "Hopefully, you're more willing to learn from her than from me."

Trying not to get into another argument with her mother, Ulrike put the parcels on the side board and said, "Look, if the potatoes are bad now because they were in the water for…" she looked at her watch, "…about an hour, I'll just throw them away and peel new ones, no big deal."

"It's actually good that you put them in water," said Carmen, "They would have oxidised, had you left them exposed to air."

Raising her hands and shoulders, incomprehension written on her face, Ulrike asked her mother, "Then why are you complaining about my cooking?"

"Because," stated Else, "Kassler with boiled potatoes and Sauerkraut seems to be the only thing you can manage. It's the only meal you ever make whenever I'm here."

"I thought you liked Kassler," countered Ulrike.

Rolling her eyes, Else huffed, "I do, but it would be nice to have something else for a change."

Fed up with her mother's criticism, Ulrike spat, "This is not a restaurant, if you don't like what I cook, you can either lump it or leave.

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