Unstuck by Liliana Camarena Read Free Book Online Page B

pancakes, cakes, drinks, etc… I opened the sandwiches tab and found, “Aunt Magda,” sandwich. Miranda was a saint. The sandwich didn’t seem too complicated, regular white breath, cheddar cheese, bologna, mayo, tomato and olives. No crust. So I began to dig for the ingredients in the fridge and placing them on the breakfast counter in front of Patrick.
    “I bet you didn’t picture yourself working at 2 am on a Saturday night/Sunday Morning,” he said looking at me while I worked on his sandwich.
    “I would probably be working over some spreadsheets anyway. It’s just a different kind of job,” I smiled. “Drink?” I asked.
    “OJ,” he said and I poured some in a glass for him, “So, you were not joking when you said to me in your interview that you had no life,” I laughed at his honesty.
    “No, I was not joking,” I said cutting tomato slices and smiled at him.
    “Why?” he said all serious.
    “Why was I not joking? Well, I don’t have the best sense of humor, plus it was a job interview,” I placed the tomato slices on the sandwich.
    “No, I meant, what made you want to change your life. Oh, by the way, you have a great sense of humor,” He grabbed the sandwich I placed in front of him and looked at me waiting for an answer.
    “Well, thanks for the sense of humor opinion,” I awkwardly smiled “And I changed my life because fish die,” I just shrugged.
    “Yeah, and you eat them so?” he said finally giving a bite to his sandwich “Oh! Delicious! Just like my aunt’s. Make yourself one, join me,” he looked like a child.
    “I’m good,” I said while pouring some OJ for me.
    “So, fish die and you eat them….” Said Patrick while savoring his sandwich.
    “Yeah, life changes, I needed a change,” that’s all I wanted to say and Patrick didn’t push it. I felt the need to have a new subject
    “How was the gala?” I had a sip of OJ.
    “Oh, boring, the food was crap, Lucinda!” he dropped his sandwich on the plate and began explaining how the caviar was horrible and the servings so small that left him chewing on his own arm.
    “I hate caviar,” I said making a disgusted face.
    “Oh! I do too, I was really waiting for some kind of steak in a weird presentation, you know?” he tried to show me with his hands how he thought it would look.“Or at least fish! Salmon would have been amazing,”
    “Oh My God Patrick, you know what Salmon looks like?” I asked in mocked shock.
    “Ha! Good one, of course I do, that would be too much right? Not knowing what Salmon looks like?” he said giving the last bite to his sandwich.
    “Patrick, you don’t know what kind of snacks you like,” I stared at him and he laughed, “Ok, ok…,” he put his hands up while nodding. He gave one last drink to his OJ and stood up. I took his dishes and put them on the sink getting ready to wash them.
    “Leave them there. Sarah will take care of that in the morning,” he said from the kitchen door.
    “I don’t mind doing it,” I said turning to the sink.
    “I do mind you doing it. C’mon leave them,” he waved his hand so I would leave the kitchen and I did so.
    “I really didn’t mind you know,” I said smiling.
    “You got the schedule?” he asked as we walked out of the kitchen and stopped at the foyer. He put his hands in his pants pockets.
    “Yes I did, Golf course, noon,” I nodded.
    “Lucinda, have you ever been golfing?” he looked at me suspiciously and I just shook my head. I had no idea what a golf course looked like, and no idea what happened in a golf match, and I didn’t even know if it was called a match.
    “Ok, before going to the course we will have to go shopping for your golf outfit,” I scrunched up my nose in disagreement. “At least you need golf shoes.”
    “Why? I’m not playing,” I said. The idea of shopping with Patrick had me a bit nervous, plus, from what I’d seen on movies or TV, golf outfits were hideous.
    “You will be assisting me,” he air