She entered the kitchen, and saw Teri at the table, looking like a monster out of a horror movie. Her eyes looked bruised from the makeup that had run, and she was holding her head.
“You look like death,” Skylar said.
“Bite me,” Teri said. “I refuse to believe that you’re in a good mood. It’s not even nine yet, and I’m ready to go back to bed.”
“It’s all that partying you did last night.” She took a seat beside her sister, drawing a leg up onto the chair, and hugging it. “You do know that partying all the time will mean you have premature aging.”
Teri rolled her eyes. “Sister, you’re supposed to be telling me how gorgeous I look in the morning, not how horrible.”
Glancing around the kitchen, Skylar saw that they were the only two up. “You were making some racket this morning.”
“It wasn’t just me. Suzy and Pixie have just left. Cora left as well. She likes to go out for a run. I don’t know why. I think she’s a crazy woman. One of those aliens you believed in when we were kids. Maybe that is what she is.”
Skylar laughed. “You think anyone who’s happy or perky first thing in the morning is an alien.”
“It’s part of my charm.”
“Shall I get started on breakfast?” Skylar asked.
“Well, yeah. It’s about time you did something around here. Everyone thinks I’m the only one that can cook. What they don’t know is that you’re just as good as me.”
Skylar smiled, getting to her feet.
The one thing she and Teri always had in common was their love of food. Growing up with their vicious mother, they had often found themselves at the library, looking through cookery books. They were weird kids, but she wouldn’t change the hours spent reading doing anything else.
“There’s something I wanted to ask you, actually,” Skylar said, pouring her sister a coffee.
“Let me drink coffee. A little warning to you. You start cooking bacon and they will be here. Make sure you make plenty.”
Skylar nodded, going to the fridge. “Do you stock everything here?”
“Yes. I also do a lot of the cooking. Most of the time they go to the diner though.”
“Are you not opening the diner today?” Skylar asked.
“Later I will. First I need to shift this headache, and I need to remember to stop drinking vodka.”
“It’s usually not that hard to remember.”
“Honey, when you’re in the throes of a potentially mind-shattering orgasm, you will do anything.”
“You were drinking while having sex?”
“Yep. It’s what I do, and I love it. You should give it a try some time.”
“I’m not here to start any relationship, or to have meaningless sex.”
She had been burnt in the past by boyfriends, and that was not happening any time soon.
One heartless boyfriend was more than enough for her.
“Shame. So, you and Leo spent some time together last night,” Teri said, sipping at the coffee.
“He’s a nice guy. Sweet, charming.”
“Sexy as hell,” Teri said, winking.
She didn’t say anything. In a large jug, she started to crack eggs, and then began adding milk, a splash of vanilla as well. Next, she mixed the dry ingredients, and then matched the two. The bowl of pancake mix was huge, and in another bowl, she emptied out a bunch of packets of chocolate chips. Finally, she melted some butter to add into the mix, and that was all done.