"Hmmm... Do it like this... Roast it well. Focus first. If you don’t focus, how will you ever learn? Do you really not know how to roast a simple fish properly? What have you been cooking for my son and my pumpkin all these days? Have you been starving them? I should have known. Look at my little pumpkin. She is always so thin!"
Georgina’s face twitched as she almost threw the damn fish on the woman’s face... But she didn’t. Oh, she wanted to, wanted it with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns, but she didn’t. That would ruin the image she was trying to build.
Instead, she gritted her teeth and smiled. "I have been feeding them," Georgina said as calmly as she could, turning the fish with exaggerated care. "Your son eats like a starving ogre and still has abs, and your pumpkin has more energy than an entire herd of mountain goats. But sure, blame the fish."
The older woman sniffed, clearly unimpressed. "There’s feeding, and then there’s nurturing, dear. A good fish is like a good man, crispy outside, tender inside, and not reeking of charcoal." She leaned in dramatically, squinting at the sizzling fish as if it had insulted her ancestors.
Georgina inhaled deeply through her nose, counted to ten, and wondered, not for the first time, if slathering herself in fish guts and leaping into the fire would be more peaceful than surviving another dinner prep with her mother-in-law.
She gave a quick glance at her useless husband, but the man still continued to pretend as if he did not hear her or the chaos unfolding five feet away. He was calmly fishing as if nothing else mattered at the moment.
"What the fuck is wrong with him!" Georgina muttered under her breath. The idiot had finally become completely useless. Who the hell in their right minds would pick fishing as a class when the damned world was coming to an end and all hell was about to break lose?!
"This delusional bastard! Doesn’t he have any sense of responsibility? Shouldn’t he know that he needs to protect his wife and his child. We are both women for fuck sake. We would become the first targets for assholes when the world order crumbles but does he care? No!"
"That loser brother of his looks better and better these days. I should have married that guy instead of this good for nothing. At least we would have some sort of support right now. Hmph." Georgina continuously muttered as she fried the fish.
"What? Did you say something?" Linda asked.
"Nothing, mom. Nothing." Georgina once again faked a smile as she continued to play the role of a obedient daughter-in-law. She was just about done with this useless shit when suddenly she received a message.
Georgina only glanced at the message before she quickly sprang up to her feet. "Mother, I have somewhere else I need to be. How about you finish roasting this fish?" She did not wait for Linda to reply as she tossed the fish aside and started walking away.
"John, your wife is going somewhere." Linda called out, waving the half-roasted fish like a flag of betrayal. "Are you just going to let her leave in the middle of cooking? Can’t you say something to her? She is always so rude to me and Damon. Didn’t Damon specifically ask us not to go anywhere?"
John didn’t even look up from his fishing rod. "She probably forgot something in her class hall," he said casually. "Let her go. It’s probably important. She will be back soon."
Linda sighed. "Damon clearly said-"
"Woman, can you stop nagging that poor girl day in and day out. She probably ran away not able to bear your torture." Anderson shook his head helplessly. He had no idea why Damon asked everyone to gather back in this spot but it was becoming tedious to sit still when he could be doing so much with his pet wolf.
"Paw-paw, are you hungry, my son? Mmmmm. Come here. Let papa give you some kisses." Anderson waved at his silver wolf, his latest pride and joy and the beast padded over with its chest jutted out and proud. It gave the old man a couple of semi-affectionate licks before plopping down next to him with an aloof attitude.
"You are looking cooler and cooler by the minute, Paw-paw." Anderson patted it and the wolf flinched. Clearly, it was not pleased with the name given to it.
Linda ended up laughing out loud at the interaction. "You poor thing. You must have done something terribly wrong in your past life to become this useless thing’s tamed beast. Here, at least eat this fish at least."
The wolf looked at the poorly cooked fish that was on the verge of being ruined. Its eyes became glassy as it turned its head away with a determined snort. It was still an elite rare beast. It had its own pride. There was no way it was going to eat this stupid fish!
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