It rained for a long time and Pomi spent most of the morning looking outside.
“Would you like some cake?”
“Pink cake?” Pomi looked at me unsure.
“Pink cake, a pink cup and a pink drink. Are you serious? Why does everything always have to be pink with you? Pinky!”
“I like pink? ”
“I don’t. Can I have another cup please?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“How is the cake?”
“Don’t you like it?”
“Pink rubber. Did you make it?”
” No, it is store bought. But you like sweet so I thought a piece of cake would make you happy. I will make your favorite salad later. I just need to go to the supermarket first . We’re out of cilantro.”
I grabbed my shopping bag. Pomi looked at the bag, a bright pink tote with pink rabbits on it, then he looked at me and without saying another word he jumped up and off the table, climbed down the chair and ran out of the kitchen. He had hardly touched the cake.
“Where are you going?” I asked him but he did not answer and just mumbled to himself:
“Somebody save me from this pink lady!”
I finished the cake, put on my pink coat and left the house.