"I'm hungry, Christopher," she said while staring at the cornbread.
He reached into a cabinet for plates and passed her one. "Dig in." He didn't have to tell her twice. His plate was piled high with food so she didn't feel bad about placing an entire Cornish hen on her plate with loads of greens and a butter and brown sugar topped sweet potato. Christopher sliced the cornbread and heaped it onto a separate plate and placed it on the table along with hot sauce, salt and pepper. Ashleigh grinned at the sight of the table. Damn, he ate like her family.
They didn't talk they just ate. That's the way it's supposed to be. She wanted to kick off her shoes and tuck her foot under her.
"You make greens better than me," she admitted, her cheek bulging with food as she carefully spoke. "And that's not Jiffy cornbread mix."
"Jiffy is good for desert with some butter and jam, but when its dinnertime there ain't nothing like white cornmeal cornbread."