An unspoken streak. Days, weeks, and months had passed, and Clara never had a reason to break, but would today be the day she finally challenged her inner self?
Clara sat quietly on the parlour couch, she hadn't even finished the soda. Honestly, none of them appeased her again. To be honest, her mind wasn't here, not with the pizza or the soda. Her mind wasn't even in her little apartment again; she had wandered far back in time.
She thought about her childhood. The large family table in her father’s house. The large kitchen, where different scents could be heard at various hours of the day. Her mother ruled that space. She was the best cook Clara had seen to date.
Clara, even as a young girl, had been far more interested in burning calories than cutting vegetables. While girls her age
