Chapter 2

Anyone Up for Some Lunch?

"Here's some cut up peaches to tide you over for a bit," I said, smiling lightly and placing a blue plastic bowl on the table and laying down two forks next to it. "We'll be having chicken dumplings and buttered white rice. For drinks, we have water, milk, and tea." Connor and Murphy both looked at each other as if telepathicly thinking what they should agree upon for a drink. "Sorry we don't have any beer."

"Sweetie, who are you talking to?" Called my grandmother from the living room.

Senile old lady... shaking my head and sighing, I answered "I already had you meet them! Murphy and Connor, remember?"

"Oh... oh yes," she mumbled out loud enough for us to hear. "Are you making dinner?"

"Lunch. Lunch grandma." I let out another annoyed sigh, I shifted my eye sight at the two brothers, "What are two giggling about?"

"Yeah Connor, what're ye fucking giggling about?" Murphy said mockingly and swiped his brother over the head with his right hand.

"Shut the fuck up," Connor mocked back, flicking his brother on the nose. Murphy slugged him on the shoulder, Connor bapped him on the back of the head.

"Okay you two! Stop!" I growled, it was like having three kids in the house. One senile, the other two always fighting.

"Sorry..." They both murmered lowering their gazes. Like children...

Sighing for the third time, I took out all the ingredients I needed to make chicken dumplings. I already have the chicken defrosted... the dumplings will take about an hour to cook... "Have you two decided what you are going to drink?"

"Ah, how about some tea?" Connor smiled reaching for the fork infront of him.

"I second that," Murphy said as he slurped down a peach.

"Alright."

(After lunch is made)

"Mmmm, this looks delicious," Murphy exclaimed, Connor nodded his head slowly, his eyes locked on the chicken dumplings and gleaming white rice.

I laughed softly reaching for the spoon to scoop out the rice. "Here's for you," I plopped the pile of rice on Connor's plate, his face eager. Scooping out another pile of rice I muttered still with a smile on my face, "And here's some for you." Murphy put a wide grin on as it landed quietly on his plate. Of course, they both had to reach for the fork to get the dumplings at the same time.

"I got it first," Connor growled, pulling the fork closer to him.

"What're ye talking 'bout brother," Murphy spat, now he was pulling it near him, "Older first."

"Mother never even told us who was first for fucks sake!" Connor informed angrily, "So don't ye pull that card out!"

"Oh I fucking will," Murphy snapped.

"Stop it!" I barked, "God, you two are awful..." I snatched the fork out of their hands. "Here," I stabbed one of the chicken dumplings and dropped it on Connor's plate. Connor stuck his tongue out at Murphy. Murphy glared at him, I knew it was taking all will power for them not to beat each other up. I stabbed another dumpling and dropped it on Murphy's plate. "Now let's eat. With out fighting."