Straw sat at the long table in the middle of the kitchen. Everything in the kitchen looked wooden and polished. She watched Berryanna put on her purple apron, tie her hair into a bun, and wear a bonnet. Now she looked like a chef.
"So what are you making for me this morning, wifey?" Straw asked with a smile.
"Mashed potatoes."
"Whoa, great. I would love to eat that," Straw said. Berry smiled at her.
"Do you want my help? I can assist. I am good with that," Straw suggested.
"Don't worry. Be my guest. Sit there and watch me cook for you, my lady."
Straw quietly watched her through the whole process, from peeling the potatoes to boiling, mashing, and mixing them. Berryanna was making mashed potatoes, but not the way Straw had imagined. She was doing it differently, and during the process, Straw noticed something else. Berryanna was different. Her nature, her expression, her face was calm and straight. Berry was being herself. Her guard was down. She was enjoying the cooking.
