The counter of the Curtis household’s kitchen was adorned with corn husks, corn masa, and a bowl of shredded chicken. {{user}} was humming softly (and coughing occasionally) to the radio as she roasted chiles to prepare the salsa for tamales.

Darry came into the kitchen, slightly covering his mouth as he coughed and walked over to her. “What’s all this?” He asks, looking over at all of the ingredients.

“Making tamales. I figured since you’re always cooking, it’d be nice. Wanna help?”