Song: Zehnaseeb from the movie Hasee toh Phasee.
Lyrics: http://www.bollymeaning.com/2014/01/zehnaseeb-lyrics-translation-hasee-toh.html
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After getting the information out of Christine, things went back to their normal, boring selves. My dad contacted the police in the Maldives not long after the interrogation, and they immediately got on the case. They're still working on where Philip is, but I'm sure that they'll get to his location soon. The Maldives are pretty small, so it should be relatively easy.
The week after, on Sunday, I'm running around like crazy trying to make things perfect. I'm measuring flour, writing out notes, and just making sure everything is going to be perfect for what's coming up. Let's just say that this is a pretty big event. And I'm planning to bake.
If you want to be relatively uninjured, I suggest you stay out of the kitchen and let me do my job.
I have a lot of flour, sugar, eggs, milk, and other baking products out. As I'm beating the egg whites together like it's their punishment for committing murder, I see Anthony walk by the kitchen. When he sees me, his face looks like someone said that England is a city.
Basically, he looks like he's questioning his faith in humanity.
"Sophia, what are you doing?" he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him.
"I'm spying on the President. What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" I ask sarcastically. Anthony rolls his eyes.
"I know you're baking, Soph. I'm not blind. But why? You're baking something like the government is going to personally execute you if you don't do it," he says. I roll my eyes.
"Well, wouldn't you do something nice if your boyfriend's birthday was on Tuesday?" I ask. Anthony's mouth opens.
"Ohhhhh. So that's why you're acting like you're baking as if there was a lifetime supply of Oreos as a prize at stake," he says. I scoff.
"You'd do the same thing if you ever had a girlfriend. I put a heavy emphasis on ever," I say. Anthony rolls his eyes.
"Oh come on! I've had a girlfri-," he says, but I cut him off.
"For. The. Last. Time. Julia. Doesn't. Count. How many times do I have to say that?" I ask. He opens his mouth to argue, but I cut him off.
"Don't even bother arguing. I have everything against you," I say. He sighs.
"Fine. So what are you making for Ray?" he asks. I smile.
"Heart shaped macarons for school so we can share them with all of his friends. And then for home, with his family, I'm making Parizsky dort," I tell him while still beating the crap out of the egg whites.
"So, I know that you're making macarons since Grandpa gave you that recipe. But I know that Parizsky dort is definitely not something from our family because that name is very West Slavic. And I'm pretty sure we don't have anyone in our family who's from the Slavic area of Europe," he says. I look at him.
"How'd you guess?" I ask him. He smiles.
"I may have remembered a few things when I took Bosnian last year," he says confidently. I sigh.
"Ok, Anthony. How would you be able to connect the dots? Bosnian is a language in the South Slavic family. Tell me how you connected the dots," I say. He sighs.
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