I didn’t raise the tone.
I didn’t cry.
I went quietly to the kitchen and came back with the apron I had been wearing all day.
I slowly untied him and put him in front of Sergiu.
Then I sat next to him a list.
It was the list of all the shopping and preparations made in the last two days.
In each row I wrote the approximate time:
- Shopping: 4 hours.
- Cleanliness: 5 hours.
- Cooked: 11 hours.
- Desserts: 3 hours.
- Arrangement of the meal: 2 hours.
In total: 25 hours of work.
I looked at the guests.
“Before we talk about how good the steak is, I want to ask you something. How many of you spent twenty-five hours preparing for this evening?
No one answered.
I turned to my husband.
Sergiu, you tell them. How many hours have you spent helping me?
The look came down.
I didn’t have much time.
– Exactly.
