Chapter 9. Lunchtime
Around one o clock, Sam decided she was going to make some lunch. Dylan had gone upstairs to the loo so now was the perfect time to make a move. She stumbled from the sofa and hobbled precariously towards the staircase. She clasped the banister in her left hand and hopped through the doorway, into the kitchen. She was about to open the fridge and get the cheese when she heard the toilet flush and the tap water gurgle through the pipes. She found the butter first so grabbed that and threw it carefully onto the table which was to her left. She was looking around for the cheese when she could hear Dylan's heavy footfalls echoing loudly from the stairs. She sighed and said "Damn it!" under her breath. She tried to pull out a chair without making any noise. It didn't work. The chair scraped against the tiled floor and caused Dylan to come running into the kitchen.
"I thought I told you to rest."
"I felt like getting some lunch."
"Why didn't you ask?"
"I didn't want to get in the way. Besides, I am old enough to do things myself."
"I'll make you a sandwich then take you back. Or do you want me to take you back to the sofa now?"
"You can make a sandwich first. We can eat in here. The sun shining through the window is lovely."
Dylan gets two plates, some bread, a sharp knife and a blunt knife. He sets everything down on the table and pulls out another chair. The two smile at each other while making and eating lunch. When they have both finished, Dylan puts everything away then puts the dirty plates in the sink. He walks back to the table and scoops Sam up in his arms. She turns her head to look at him before he leans his head down to passionately kiss her.
