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Mija didn’t ask Charlotte about the argument, thankfully. She’d only looked at her daughter with eyes full of understanding.
“I'm going to start dinner if you'd like to help,” she said.
“It’s barely after noon,” Charlotte said, checking her watch.
“Lots of preparation,” Mija said with a chuckle. “I don't have guests often. And family… well, it's been decades.”
“I can try to help, as long as it doesn’t involve any detailed chopping. I’m no longer allowed to dice things,” Charlotte said following Mija into the kitchen.
“That sounds like a story I need to hear.”
The door opened again, and Damon entered, carrying a large brown bag in each arm.
“You can put them on the kitchen table,” Mija instructed him. She glanced at Charlotte. “We ran into each other at the market, so he drove me
