61. A proposal you can't refuse

Dimitri

" Dimitri, is your mother coming today? " Blair asked from the kitchen.

I got up from the couch I was settled on, making my way to the kitchen, finding her standing in front of the open refrigerator door, investigating the contents of some jars my mother had left when she visited us three days ago.

It had been a little over a week since I had been discharged from the hospital, and, despite assurances that I believed Blair and I would do just fine on our own, my mother showed up every three or four days with the excuse of bringing some food and checking if we needed anything.

" I don't know, why?”

" I was thinking of buying food today, but if she comes, you know she'll insist on cooking," she explained, closing the fridge before opening a cupboard, "I guess I'll have to do some shopping later.”

" You will Shop alone? " I frowned.

Blair had started learning Russian since she moved in, and I must say she was doing well for someone who had only been learning for a week, but she wa