— “Your parents aren’t family to me! They’re just two downtrodden pensioners from the sticks!” the husband declared.
Anna stood by the stove, stirring julienne in individual clay pots and silently running through the evening’s plan. She’d need to take the pots out in ten minutes; the salads were already done; the meat in the oven would finish right as the guests arrived. Same as always. The perfect family dinner for her husband’s […]
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