Not that Cat was over the top or anything.
But she liked getting her nails done. She loved going to all the makeup stores and stocking up on essentials.
What she did not like was her dad’s dirty hands touching her hair.
“Sorry,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes as she continued past me to the woman standing awkwardly in the living room of our home. “I don’t think that apology was very sincere.”
I shrugged and headed farther into the house, spotting Enid in the kitchen tidying up.
The girls had probably eaten hours ago, as had most of the ranch hands. So the real question was…why was she still here?
“Ahh, Denver.” Enid smiled. “I see you made it in time to eat dinner before I put it all away.”
I shrugged and walked to the fridge for a beer and called out to Holly. “Yo, Holl. Want a beer?”
Holly appeared at the kitchen island that separated the living room from the kitchen.
She looked in at Enid and me, her eyes going back and forth as she took it all in.
“This is Enid,” I introduced Enid. “She’s the cook. She cooks Tuesday through Thursday.”
“Claudine doesn’t cook anymore?”
Claudine had been the main cook at the farm since my dad was still here.
“Claudine’s first grandchild was born within minutes of her second, and she decided that she’d move closer to them,” I explained. “She sent her best friend’s daughter here, Enid, to cook for us.” I gestured at Enid who was hanging onto every word. “But my sister’s been covering along with Enid.” I moved around the counter to hand Holly the beer and lowered my voice so only she could hear. “Truthfully, I’d love for Sorcha to do it full time. She’s amazing. But her priorities are grandbaby-focused, too. So we’re just in limbo as we try to find a new normal.” I looked toward Enid. “Enid is…difficult.”
“Oh.” She frowned, keeping her voice low. “I really loved her cooking. But Sorcha is amazing, too. Didn’t she learn from Claudine?”
Fuckin’ same.
It was a pain in the ass to have to find someone who A, knew what they were doing, and B, didn’t bother the shit out of me.
Sorcha might bother the shit out of me, being as she was my sister and all, but she knew how to cook for a crowd. Not to mention she cooked like a damn dream. And she didn’t come onto me every time I walked into the room like Enid did.
“She still cooks on the weekends. Mondays and Fridays we’re on our own, though.”
“I can cook on those days,” Enid pointed out, interjecting like always.
“It’s not necessary,” I said, tired of the old argument, yet not wanting to piss her off to the point where she quit. I still needed her. I couldn’t believe that she’d come highly recommended by Claudine. “For now. Sorcha always cooks twice as much on Sundays for Monday’s dinners. And sometimes she even sets up crockpot meals. Fridays, no one eats here anyway since everyone’s off spending their paycheck.”
“Oh, okay.” Enid frowned. “I guess if you don’t need me, I’m headed out.”
“Thanks, Enid,” I grumbled. “Have a good weekend.”
Thank God tomorrow was Friday.
I got a little break from her.
Enid left, leaving the food she’d cooked on the stove for us to clean up.
Not that I had a problem with that, but that was part of her job.
“You’re so good with women, Dad,” Catalina teased.
I flipped her off.
