“HERE WE GO.” NELDA carried two plates of hot spaghetti to her kitchen table three nights later. “Bon appetite.”
Odina sniffed the pasta and meat sauce. “Smells great.” She pressed on her bosom, making sure the tiny microphone under her dress remained secure.
“I’m so glad you wanted to have dinner.” Nelda got a bottle of red wine and two glasses. “Lord knows I need the company.” She sat at the table. “Everything okay?”
Odina wrapped pasta onto her fork. “It’s a little hot.”
“Shoot.” Nelda jumped up, snapping her fingers. “Forgot the parmesan cheese.” She got the container of grated cheese and set the bottle in the middle of the table.
Odina tasted the tangy spaghetti. “It’s delicious, Nelda.”
“Is it?”
Odina licked sauce off her lips. “Sorry you’ve been so stressed.”
“Ah.” Nelda lai
