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    From Scratch (Chapter 3)

    “Is there anything I can help with?” She asked, watching as both Peter and Andrew got to work with preparing the pasta dish.
    “No, it won’t take long. You can look out for Dylan, though. She text me while we were out saying she’d be half an hour, and that was nearly twenty minutes ago,” Andrew told his sister, glancing over his shoulder as he spoke whilst still chopping fresh slices of pepperoni sausage. 
    Leaving her brother and Peter to cook lunch, Helena wondered into the living area, where Nicky was sitting with a comic on a sofa. She vaguely heard Leah coming down the stairs and wandering through into the kitchen, then into the garden, and cast a look towards the window that allowed her a full view of the driveway. Seeing no sign of a stopping vehicle, Helena settled back in her seat and looked towards her son. 
    After a short while of reading through his comic book – Andrew often sent them him for birthday gifts and Christmas presents – Nicky saw that his mother was watching him. He looked up from his book once, his inherited blues pausing on his mother’s own eyes, and then glanced back down to his book. Once he had finished the page, he looked up again and found her eyes still on him. Frowning, he bluntly asked, “What?”
    Helena considered his expression for a moment before asking softly, “How are you liking L.A?” 
    The little boy shrugged impatiently and gave his mother an ‘is that it?’ look before answering, “It’s fine.” His eyes fell back down to his comic book, reading the short inserts of text before assessing the images of each section. Still watching her little boy, Helena allowed her head to flop backwards, resting against the sofa as she tilted it ever so slightly so that Nicky was still within her gaze. She knew the year had been tough on her children, and despite the initial shock of what happened all those months ago, she felt they were finally settling into the new routine. This impromptu trip to the States, however, gave her a cause for concern, and Helena wondered if she was merely unsettling their routine further when they had just gotten used to it. 

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