In my mind, Dorothy's cooking never seemed to pack such a punch.

Perhaps sensing Everett's hesitation as he fumbled with his fork, Dorothy looked up, her gaze meeting his, "Not to your taste?" "No, it's delicious."

He offered a small smile, then returned to his meal.

At that moment, Everett wouldn't dare to criticize. Who knew what he'd have to face later?

They continued eating in silence until Dorothy suddenly spoke up.

"The dish is a bit salty."

"...A little."

"Want some water? Let me get you a glass."

Everett, pleasantly surprised, started to stand, "I can get it."

sit. I've got

Dorothy turned and walked

glasses of water, pushing one towards

I didn't make this for Abigail and Langston. Too much salt isn't good for the kids' stomachs." Dorothy's tone was as casual as if she was

the glass on the table,

"Then why break up?"

hadn't expected to be blindsided by

Quincy is hard for me to believe. Didn't you once say you were a bit of a neat freak?"

suddenly cured you

piercing, filled with an

his tongue unconsciously licking his lips, "I'll explain things about Quincy and

She actually let it go! Not exactly the

"Go ahead."

the

eyes were firm, clearly

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