“If I don’t get to prepare something soon, I’m going to lose my mind!”
Sarah rolled her eyes at her dramatic best friend. “It’s not like you can’t.”
The mental picture of her kitchen overrun with crayons, books, clothing, and people was not humorous. Her workspace had been taken over by her sister and family. Sadly, their apartment had a water leak, a repair that should’ve been completed, but wasn’t.
“Sarah, you know me. It’s in my blood to cook daily. It’s my purpose in life.”