We spend the rest of the day unpacking. By 5:15 pm, everything is unpacked, and we’re starting to get hungry. Jack pulls out a binder full of takeout menus and tells me to choose.
“How often do you use this binder,” I ask.
“Basically every day,” he admits, with no shame.
‘Really?”
“I told you, aside from bacon and eggs, I’m useless in the kitchen.”
I think it’s kind of cute for some reason, and I find myself laughing. I open the fridge, and there’s tons of food in it. “Why is there so much food in here, if you don't cook?”
“I told someone to stock the fridge up for me yesterday. We’re a family now. Families don't just have condiments and beer in the fridge.”
“You really thought this through, us moving here,” I smile. “Look, there’s so much food, we don’t need to order anything. I
