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“YOU USED TO EAT HERE with your family?” Luella asked.
“Actually, no. We used to get take-out from here every Friday for Family Movie Night.”
Chandelle turned to take in the Chinese restaurant, which was empty but for them and an elderly Asian woman seated in the corner. The woman was just sitting there listening to what Luella guessed was some kind of radio drama. It was in Chinese, so she couldn’t say for sure. Some kind of soap opera, maybe? The voices sounded awfully melodramatic.
Lowering her voice, Luella said, “My husband would have said never eat at a Chinese restaurant next to a pet store.”
“Why not?” Chandelle asked. The innocence in her face, the way she arched her brow and c****d her head—it was all so refreshing.
Luella shook her head. “Never mind.”
“But it’s
