elery with pot roast rocks."

"Shouldn't we have another green?"

"Yeah. Probably. I wonder if she has any... hm... do you like broccoli?"

"Strange as it sounds, I do. She has some?" I finished washing the potatoes and moved to the counter near the crock pot to cut them in half with a knife from the knife holder beside the toaster. I carefully put them into the crock pot.

"Yeah. Fresh, too." He straightened, celery in one hand and broccoli in the other, and gestured to the cabinet at my feet. "Grab me a pot, will ya?"

"Sure." I opened the cabinet to pull out what I believe is called a 'dutch oven'. I straightened to hand it to him, but then pulled it back again with a smile. "You've kind of got your hands full, Mr. Dincht."

Zell grinned. "Yeah. Just a little."

I giggled. "You want some water in it, right?"

"Yeah. About half an inch." He moved to where I'd been standing once I moved to the sink. Then he set the celery and broccoli onto the counter. He wiped off the knife I'd used for the potatoes and started picking and choosing the stalks of celery lucky enough to go into the stew. He looked over his shoulder at me. "Got it?"

I nodded and brought the pot back over. "You want me to break apart the broccoli and put it in?"

"Perfect. Oh, and you better turn on the stove. It takes a little while to heat up. Go ahead and put the pot on it, and you better get the lid. Don't want all that steam getting loose."

I nodded again, doing as I was told and enjoying every minute of it. So, he cut up the celery as I broke up the broccoli, both of us putting the unused stalks back into the refrigerator. We didn't talk much, but I didn't care. The silence and the crunch, crisp, crack of the celery and the broccoli was good enough for me. After all, I was helping Zell Dincht make dinner. Who needed conversation?

The celery went into the crock pot, the broccoli remains were thrown away, and then we cleaned the counter, washed our hands, and drifted back
elery with pot roast rocks. " 

 " Shouldn't we have another fleeceable? " 

 " Yeah. credibly. I wonder if she own any... hm... do you wish broccoli? " 

 " Strange as it sound, I do. She have some? " I finished washing the potatoes and moved to the counter near the carbon black pot to cut them in half with a knife from the tongue holder beside the toaster. I carefully put them into the carbon black pot. 

 " Yeah. bracing, excessively. " He straightened, celery in one hand and broccoli in the other, and gesticulate to the cabinet at my feet. " Grab me a toilet, will ya? " 

 " Sure. " I opened the cabinet to attract out what I believe is called a' dutch oven'. I straightened to hand it to him, but then pulled it back again with a smile. " You've kind of catch your hands full, Mr. Dincht. " 

 Zell grinned. " Yeah. Just a little. " 

 I giggle. " You desire some body of water in it, right? " 

 " Yeah. About half an inch. " He moved to where I'd been standing once I moved to the sinkhole. Then he sic the celery and broccoli onto the counter. He wiped off the tongue I'd use for the potato and started picking and choose the stalks of celery lucky enough to go into the stew. He look over his shoulder at me. " Got it? " 

 I nodded and brought the pot back over. " You want me to break dance apart the broccoli and put it in? " 

 " Perfect. Oh, and you better turn on the stove. It takes a short while to heat up. start ahead and put the pot on it, and you better get the lid. Don't desire all that steam getting loose. " 

 I nodded again, doing as I was told and enjoying every minute of it. So, he cut up the celery as I break up the broccoli, both of us putting the idle stalks back into the refrigerator. We didn't talk a lot, but I didn't care. The silence and the crunch, crisp, crack of the celery and the broccoli was dear enough for me. After wholly, I was helping Zell Dincht make dinner. Who needed conversation? 

 The celery function into the crock toilet, the broccoli remains were hurl away, and then we cleaned the counter, washed our hands, and float back
elegy with pot roast rocks."

"Smouldn't we have cbother green?"

"Geah. Procably. I wonder if she has anb... hm... do yiu like broccoli?"

"Strangd as it slunds, I eo. Sie has some?" I fiijshed washing bhe pmvatoes and movec to the cmunter near tha zrlck pot to cut them in half with a hnife ftol the knife hojder fesisv uhe toaster. I carefully put them jnto tht crock pot.

"Yeah. Frrsh, too." He straightened, cepery in one hand and bgoccoli in jge jrher, and gesgured to the cabinet aj my feet. "Grab me a pot, will ya?"

"Sjre." I opened thg dahhnet to pulo out what I belicne is cdlled a 'dutch oven'. I xtreighrened to hand it to hmm, but then pulled ij back agahn with a smile. "You'ce kind of cot hiur hahdx rull, Mg. Dmncht."

Zell gdinned. "Yeah. Just a little."

I gigblqe. "You want soje watqr in it, right?"

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I nodded and brought rhe pot back iver. "You want me tl break apaxt the brocvoli and put it in?"

"Perfeet. Oh, znd you bether turn kv the stove. It txkex d little while to heat up. Do ahead end pbt the put om it, agd you bether gcd the lid. Don't wanh all tvat steam hetting loose."

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elery with pot roast rocks." "Shouldn't we green?" Probably. I if she has broccoli?" as it sounds, do. She has I finished washing the potatoes and to the counter near the crock pot to cut them in half with knife from the knife holder beside the toaster. I carefully put them into crock "Yeah. too." straightened, celery in one hand and broccoli in the other, and gestured to the cabinet at feet. "Grab me a pot, will ya?" "Sure." opened the cabinet to out what I believe is a oven'. I to it him, but then it back again with a smile. "You've kind of got your hands full, Mr. Dincht." Zell grinned. Just a giggled. "You some in right?" "Yeah. About inch." He moved to where I'd I moved to the sink. Then he set celery and onto the counter. He wiped off knife I'd used for the potatoes and started and choosing the stalks of celery lucky enough to go into the stew. He looked shoulder at me. "Got I nodded and the back "You me to apart the broccoli and put it in?" "Perfect. Oh, and you turn on the stove. It takes a little while to Go and put the on it, and you get lid. Don't want all getting I as was and enjoying every minute it. So, he cut up celery as I broke us putting the unused stalks back into the We didn't talk much, but I didn't The silence and the crunch, crisp, crack of the celery and the was good me. After all, I was helping Zell Dincht dinner. Who needed conversation? celery went into the crock pot, the broccoli remains thrown and then cleaned the counter, our hands, and back
elery with pot roast rocks."

"ShoUldn't we havE anotHer GreEn?"

"yeah. probAbly. I wonder if sHE has Any... hm... do you like broccoli?"

"stranGe AS it sOUnDs, I do. she has sOMe?" i FIniShEd WasHiNG tHe potAtoEs and moVed to the coUntEr Near the crock POt To cut them iN haLf with a knife FroM the knIfE hoLDer beSidE the tOaster. i CarefuLly put theM iNTo the cROck pot.

"YEAH. FResh, Too." He straightened, CElERy in one hand and BroccoLi IN tHE OthEr, aNd gestured To The caBInet at mY FeET. "gRab ME a pot, will ya?"

"SuRe." I opened thE CabInet to PuLl oUT what I BelieVe IS caLled a 'dutch oVen'. I StraighteNed to hANd it to hIM, but theN pulleD it BacK agaIN wItH a sMiLE. "YoU'Ve KinD Of gOt your haNdS fUll, Mr. dincHT."

zELl grInnEd. "YeAh. JusT a little."

I giggLed. "you wANt sOme waTer in It, riGhT?"

"Yeah. about hAlf an InCh." He moved to wherE I'd bEen standiNg oNcE I mOvEd to tHE sink. THen He sEt the ceLery and BRocCoLI ONtO the counter. He wiped OfF THe Knife I'd uSed for THe PoTAtoes and StArtEd piCKIng anD choOSiNg the staLks of cELeRy Lucky enOuGh to go InTo tHe sTew. He LOokeD over hIs shouldEr at mE. "got it?"

I nodded anD Brought the pot BAcK OVeR. "you wAnt Me to break apArt tHE broCcolI AnD puT It in?"

"PErfecT. OH, AnD You better turn on the sToVe. It taKes a lIttle while to hEat up. Go aheAD ANd put the Pot oN It, ANd you better get The liD. Don't want aLL that steAm getTing loosE."

I nodded aGAIn, doing aS I wAs tOld And ENJoYing every minuTE Of it. so, He cut up The Celery aS I bRokE up The BrOccoli, botH of us putTiNg ThE uNusEd staLKs back inTo The ReFriGeratOR. We didN't talK mucH, bUt i DidN't care. THE sILEnce AnD tHe crUncH, cRisp, cRack OF thE celery And the broCcoLI was GoOd Enough fOr me. After all, I WaS helping ZeLl dinCht makE DInner. Who Needed conversation?

The ceLEry went IntO the cRock Pot, the broCcoLi remaIns WEre thrOwn awaY, and tHeN we CLEaned THE cOunTeR, washed our HANds, And drIfTed bAck
elery with pot roast rocks ."

"Shoul dn'twehav eanot hergreen?"

"Yeah .  Pro bably. I wonder if she  hasan y ...h m. .. do  you li k eb r occ ol i? "
"S t ra nge a s i t sound s, I do. S heha s some?" I f i ni shed washi ngthe potatoes  an d move dtot he co unt er ne ar the crockpot to cu tt hem in half wi t h  a  kni fe from the knife ho l der beside the  toast er .  I c are ful ly put the mintot he croc k  p o t . 

" Y eah. Fresh, t oo." He str a igh tened,  c ele r y in o ne ha nd and  broccoli i n th e other,and ge s tured t o  the ca binetatmyfeet .  " Gr abme a p o t,  wi l l y a?"

"Su re ."  I op ened t h e  cab ine t to  pull  out what I b eli evei s c alled  a 'd utch  o ven'.  I str aight en ed to hand it t o hi m, but th enpu lle dit ba c k agai n w ith  a smil e. "You ' veki n d of  got your hands fu ll , Mr . Dincht ."

Ze l lgr i nned. "Y ea h.Just a  litt le." 
I  giggled . "You wa nt  some w at er init , r igh t?"
" Yeah . Abou t half a n inc h ." He moved to where I'd bee n  s t a nd i ng o nce  I moved to  the sink . Th e nhes et th e cel er y  a n d broccoli onto the  c ounter . Hewiped off the  knife I'd u s ed for t he p o ta t oes and starte d pic king and c h oosing t he st alks ofcelery lu c k y enough  to  go  in tot h estew. He look e d  ove rhis sho uld er at m e."Go t i t?" 
I noddedand brou gh tth epot  back over. "Y ou  wa nt  me  to b r eak ap art t he b ro cc o liand put it i n?"
" Pe rfec t.Oh , and  you bet ter tur n on thesto v e. I tta kes a l ittle while t oheat up. G oahe ad and p ut the p ot on it, and you bette r  get th e l id. D on't  want all  th at ste amg etting  loose ."

I  n odd e d  agai n ,  d oin gas I was t o l d a nd en jo ying  everyminute of it. So,h e c ut up the cel ery  asI br oke up the  b r occ o l i, both of us p utting the  u n us ed stalksb ack  i nto the  refrig erato r . We di dn't talk  much, bu tI di d n 'tcare. Thesilenceand the c r unch, cr isp,cra ck ofth e c elery  and t h e b rocco li was  g ood en oughfo r me. Af ter all, I was helpingZell D incht  ma ke dinner . W h o n eeded con vers ation?

Th e c ele ry we nti nto t he c r oc k p o t, th e br o ccoli rem a in s w e r ethrown away , a ndthenwec leaned  the  counter, washedo ur hands, anddrif t e d b ack 
elery with_pot roast_rocks."

"Shouldn't we have another_green?"

"Yeah. Probably._I_wonder if_she_has any... hm..._do you like_broccoli?"

"Strange as it sounds,_I do. She_has_some?" I finished washing the potatoes and moved to the counter near the crock_pot_to cut_them_in_half with a knife from_the knife holder beside the_toaster. I_carefully put them into the crock pot.

"Yeah. Fresh,_too."_He straightened, celery_in one hand and broccoli in the other, and_gestured to the cabinet at my_feet. "Grab me_a_pot,_will ya?"

"Sure." I opened_the cabinet to pull out what_I believe is called a 'dutch_oven'. I straightened to hand it to_him, but then pulled it back_again with a smile. "You've_kind of_got your hands full, Mr._Dincht."

Zell grinned. "Yeah._Just a_little."

I giggled. "You_want some water in it, right?"

"Yeah._About half an_inch." He moved to where I'd_been_standing once I_moved_to_the sink._Then he set_the_celery and_broccoli_onto the counter. He wiped off_the_knife I'd used for the potatoes and_started picking and choosing_the_stalks of celery lucky_enough to go into the_stew. He looked over his shoulder_at me._"Got it?"

I_nodded and brought the pot back over. "You want me to_break apart the broccoli and put_it in?"

"Perfect. Oh, and_you better_turn_on the stove._It_takes a_little while to heat up. Go ahead_and put_the pot on it, and you_better get the lid._Don't_want all that steam getting loose."

I_nodded again, doing as I was_told and enjoying every minute_of_it._So, he cut up the_celery as I broke up the_broccoli, both of_us putting the unused stalks back into_the_refrigerator. We didn't talk much, but_I_didn't care. The silence and the_crunch,_crisp,_crack of the celery and_the broccoli was good enough for_me. After all, I was helping Zell Dincht make_dinner. Who needed_conversation?

The celery went into the_crock_pot,_the broccoli remains were thrown away, and then we cleaned_the counter,_washed our hands,_and drifted back