Soup
"Hey Mom, what are you doing?" Phineas asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"Making some chicken soup," Linda replied.
"In the summer?"
"It's for the Garcia-Shapiro household. They have come down with a nasty case of the summer flu," she stated without lifting her eyes from the steaming pot.
"Oh," Phineas whispered softly. After a moment of silence he piped up again, "Do you need any help taking it over to them?"
Stirring slowly Linda began, "Well, I'm pretty sure I can handle it-"
"Please, I'd really like to help," the teen interjected.
"My, you sure are eager," the red-haired woman said with a smile as her son's face turned a delicate shade of red. "I suppose if you really want to, it would be fine with me."
Phineas beamed as he left to find his shoes.
Author's Note: I feel bad for not having updated in so long. Between swim meets, homework, and then finals, I got pretty busy. Then it was Christmas break and it was suddenly like I didn't have to do anything. So I didn't. Like, at all. But then I started feeling bad because I haven't written in so long, so I decided it was time to add a few chapters before I return to the old grindstone. I'm not too proud of this chapter and the last one, but hopefully you'll like it. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas (or whatever holiday you celebrate around this time of year) and have a splendid New Year.
