Kate looked up from the couch and smiled.
“What are you making?”
I measured out a cup of milk and added it to the orange-red texture.“Marmalade muffins,” I said proudly.
“There’s no such thing,” Kate laughed moving toward the kitchen bench.
“Sure there is. Stick around and you’ll see,” I said defensively. I picked up the tray and placed it into the oven. I shut the door as the heat started to singe my bare skin.
“What’s so good about marmalade muffins? Why not normal flavours like chocolate…or blueberry?”
I paused for a moment as her questions sunk in. Why did she always have to ask such stupid questions, I asked myself sourly. I sniffed back my breath as I waited for my mouth to make a sound.
“My father used to make them,” I stuttered after a while. “They were the only thing that he could make.”
Kate’s smile disappeared immediately and she swiftly moved to comfort me, but I pushed her away. I didn’t need her sympathy.
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”I don’t understand Natalie,” Kate sighed as he bit into the marmalade muffin. “You’ve never talked about your father before, why bring him up now?”
“Why not,” I said stupidly. Kate looked taken aback. “I hadn’t made marmalade muffins before,” I said quickly.
Kate loudly sniffed back tears as she nodded. She had always been an emotional girl.
“So…so what happened?” She said cautiously, blowing her nose.
“He left when I was a child. Then he came back. He said that he was sorry for leaving and then taught me to make marmalade muffins.” I paused for a second, moving my face closer to hers. “Then one day,” I said slowly. “Then one day he left again. I haven’t seen him since.”
Kate chewed slowly, and waited for me to continue.
“Then he sent me a letter last night and he told me that he was coming back. I just wanted to practice for him.”
“But Natalie, he’s left you twice, why do you want him to come back?”
“Because blood is thicker than water.”
“What is that supposed to mean,” Kate asked as she swallowed the sticky pudding.
“I don’t know,” I said, suddenly smiling.
“Hey this is delicious,” Kate said, licking the red and orange from her fingers.
“I suppose that you want to know the secret ingredient?” I laughed, handing her another oozing muffin.
“Please, maybe I can make some for my mother. You know, I think she’ll love them!”
I laughed again, deeply, enjoying every moment of watching her scoff the muffins down.
“Well, I figured that since blood is thicker than water, I’d use blood instead of water,” I said simply.
Kate coughed and looked up at me, her mouth open wide. She hadn’t realised that I had not eaten a bite of my muffin.
“Too bad daddy is going to die,” I smiled, ignoring Kate as she choked, her hands clutching her throat.
“What, hadn’t I ever told you that I have aids?”
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please comment
i know its a crazy story but oh well. maybe theres more to her having aids than we know? maybe her daddy gave it to her:O who knows...
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems? I told you time and time again, you sing the words but don't know what it means
point five.
