Whos Really In Control
It was a quiet evening, slightly warm but nothing too unbearable. You were sitting in the living room doing some paperwork and there was music playing in the background. I was in the kitchen preparing some food for the special evening I had planned. The aroma from the kitchen wafted throughout the house. The water was coming to a boil on the stove for the pasta, and the homemade sauce was simmering in another pot. The fragrance of garlic and tomatoes made the kitchen smell like an Italian...