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"Ma!" Robert called fro tower of pots and pans and then a curse "Uh-oh," Robert said He widened his eyes and held on to my hand as we continued down the hallway tohat had to be the kitchen

Robert'son the kitchen floor, her face buried in her hands Pots and pans were scattered around her She wore a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt knotted at the bottom, the sleeves rolled to her elbows Her hair, Robert's color, was tied in a ponytail When she lifted her face from her palms, I saw she had the sah she was obviously upset at the lint in her eyes that er

When she focused on us, she smirked, and leaned back on her hands

"Welcome to the Sea Marina," she said "Dinner," she continued in a style ihtly delayed due to

catastrophe"

"What happened?" Robert asked

"Those shelves I put up decided I had put the place and rebelled," she explained and pointed to where the brackets had come out of the wall

"I told you I would do that today," Robert said

"I didn't think it was going to be a big deal Obviously, I underestiazed at me and then smiled "Are you the new cook?"

"What?"

"Ma, you knoho this is," Robert said impatiently "Oh? Oh," she added and juirl"

"What?"

"Ma!"

"Hi, I' forward to shakeabout you, so I don't have to ask you a single question"

"Ma"