I never knew Nick was so messy. Even his bed was undone. There was a bag of chips on his pillow. He’s going to need a maid when he’s older.
For sure.
Of all the things I saw in his bedroom, one thing stuck out the most: on his bed stand, right beside his Halloween mask, there was a large hardcover book. I walked over to take a closer look at it. It was at least six hundred pages.
If Nick is dyslexic, then I wonder how long it took him to read it? What kind of book would be worth all that time and energy?
I picked it up and read the title. Professional cooking. Learn the tricks of trade. From classical French cuisine to the newest trends.
A recipe book? Why is Nick reading this? It can’t be for school. People say that he’s flunking every class and won’t be getting his high school diploma.
I don’t care.
Then just as I was passing out of his room, Mrs. Lund called out. “A table! Et on se grouille!”