iii. lunch

after hours of work, Mother prepares lunch for Him and Herself. She is rincing off the cutting board when He walks into the kitchen.

"hey," He says, announcing Himself. He points to a pair of drinking glasses on the drying rack. "can I grab these?"

"i got it", She says, but He takes them anyway, smiling coyly at Her to say, 'don't trouble yourself, I got this.'

He sits at the small table, filling the glasses with water from a pitcher, first Hers, then His own, while Mother brings the food and plates.

"per-fect," He says, smiling with pride in Her work, "you really didn't have to do all of this."

"i wanted to," She says, smiling in return, "You've been working so hard."

"yeah," He grumbles with self-loathing while cutting into His food, "right."

She is hurt by his lack of self-confidence, given all the beautiful work He has done. She conceals this with an attempted warm, sympathetic smile as She eats.