Post by Randi Appleton on Jul 22, 2016 16:08:30 GMT -5
The boys had left and she was home alone with Boyd, who was knocked out and laying on the couch. She did the best she could to clean him up from the beating he took from his own brother Brad but she knew he was going to need rest. His face was already starting to swell up and he would need bed rest for a few days. Same with Buck. If he got caught in a trap like Boyd said he was, she had no idea how bad off he was going to be either. She was going to end up becoming the nursemaid for both of the boys, which, honestly, she didn't mind. It gave her something to do.
Taking care of Boyd was easy as she used a cloth dipped in cool rain water to wipe away the excess and clean him up. He was quiet and never asked for much and she always felt bad she couldn't provide more for him. He didn't like going out much so it was probably better that he got to stay behind with her. Buck was another story. His obsession with her before the outbreak was unnerving and verging on violent. It scared her but she kept it a secret. She always cared about him and knew she would never stop. She knew how much that irritated Beau but they were brothers first before anything else. He would be more demanding with her attention and time depending on how bad off he was.
She leaned down and gave Boyd a soft kiss on the forehead and whispered. "It will be okay, baby."
She wanted to get back into the kitchen before the boys got home to at least get some food in their bellies. They had the chips and she wanted to make the guacamole as fresh as possible for them. In the kitchen, she brought out the knives and the bowl to make this happen. What her and Beau picked in the morning was ripe enough to be used for a sweet, lime and avocado mixture mixed with pepper and a little spice from the cabinet. If she could keep them fed she was pretty sure she could keep them happy and keep them calm enough to keep from in-fighting. The tension was going to be between Brad and Bryce, both of whom were gone the entire time. One in prison and the other...she didn't know.
She worked to mix the ingredients together until the avocado was nice and mushy, with hard chunks still mixed in for flavor and texture, hoping the meal would fill them up enough. Maybe if she could get a little alcohol in them when they got back they could go back to the way that things used to be. Of course, with Boyd knocked out and bruised, he would be a reminder of the damage that Bradley wanted to commit against them all. She missed Francine more now then ever before. She missed their mother, guiding them, telling them what to do and handling these situations. She would make Bradley suck it up..hell, she would probably make Bradley apologize for going to jail...she was just that good.
Maybe Bryce could get a handle on Brad and maybe, just maybe, things could be the way everyone liked it. She wanted to cook and offer them up plenty to eat for when they walked through the door carrying the injured. It was taking more time then she expected and she heard a light groan across the room where Boyd was laying on the couch. She wondered if he even remembered what happened back at the apartment in town. As she mixed up the avocado, she peeled the limes, squeezing and peeling them, leaving a mix of some pulp as she shook the pepper in.
The least she could do was make it look presentable in one of Francine's dishes she used to use for the big pool parties they used to throw. She mixed it all up one more time and hoped it wouldn't go bad waiting for them, all the while taking a nibble here and there to make sure it was spiced just right. She arranged the pita chips around the bowl with the guacamole and pulled down extra plates for them all to enjoy around the table when they got home.
Taking care of Boyd was easy as she used a cloth dipped in cool rain water to wipe away the excess and clean him up. He was quiet and never asked for much and she always felt bad she couldn't provide more for him. He didn't like going out much so it was probably better that he got to stay behind with her. Buck was another story. His obsession with her before the outbreak was unnerving and verging on violent. It scared her but she kept it a secret. She always cared about him and knew she would never stop. She knew how much that irritated Beau but they were brothers first before anything else. He would be more demanding with her attention and time depending on how bad off he was.
She leaned down and gave Boyd a soft kiss on the forehead and whispered. "It will be okay, baby."
She wanted to get back into the kitchen before the boys got home to at least get some food in their bellies. They had the chips and she wanted to make the guacamole as fresh as possible for them. In the kitchen, she brought out the knives and the bowl to make this happen. What her and Beau picked in the morning was ripe enough to be used for a sweet, lime and avocado mixture mixed with pepper and a little spice from the cabinet. If she could keep them fed she was pretty sure she could keep them happy and keep them calm enough to keep from in-fighting. The tension was going to be between Brad and Bryce, both of whom were gone the entire time. One in prison and the other...she didn't know.
She worked to mix the ingredients together until the avocado was nice and mushy, with hard chunks still mixed in for flavor and texture, hoping the meal would fill them up enough. Maybe if she could get a little alcohol in them when they got back they could go back to the way that things used to be. Of course, with Boyd knocked out and bruised, he would be a reminder of the damage that Bradley wanted to commit against them all. She missed Francine more now then ever before. She missed their mother, guiding them, telling them what to do and handling these situations. She would make Bradley suck it up..hell, she would probably make Bradley apologize for going to jail...she was just that good.
Maybe Bryce could get a handle on Brad and maybe, just maybe, things could be the way everyone liked it. She wanted to cook and offer them up plenty to eat for when they walked through the door carrying the injured. It was taking more time then she expected and she heard a light groan across the room where Boyd was laying on the couch. She wondered if he even remembered what happened back at the apartment in town. As she mixed up the avocado, she peeled the limes, squeezing and peeling them, leaving a mix of some pulp as she shook the pepper in.
The least she could do was make it look presentable in one of Francine's dishes she used to use for the big pool parties they used to throw. She mixed it all up one more time and hoped it wouldn't go bad waiting for them, all the while taking a nibble here and there to make sure it was spiced just right. She arranged the pita chips around the bowl with the guacamole and pulled down extra plates for them all to enjoy around the table when they got home.