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Mrs. Gregory digs into her soup

with a shaky hand. She moans after a

bite, a bit of soup hanging at the corner

of her mouth. “Just like mama used to

make it.”

I smile, satisfied that she’ll finish

the whole lot.

"Have you never married, child?"

she asks, dipping bread into her soup.

I shake my head. “Never did see the

need. I’ve always been more of a loner.”