Josh looked around the house, and then glanced a the mirror at his mothers face.
"This is unreal!" He said out loud. "And she's gonna do this more if I don't do what she says... its like 3 PM now, so I guess I should start cooking then?"
He walked into the kitchen and pulled out some ground beef and went for the safe option: Spaghetti.
Boiling the pasta he looked at his own face again in the nearby mirror and checked his makeup.
Why did he just do that?
It felt like a reflex...
As he finished the noodles and meat, he pulled out the sauce jars and spices and some veggies from the fridge, getting the steamer ready and steaming broccoli like a pro.
Soon as he was setting the table and even enjoying himself a little, his mother returned. and so did his anxiety.
