Adele sat with Scarlett at her island, the homemade, five-cheese macaroni and cheese bubbling away on her single burner. “So did you break up?”
“I don’t know,” Scarlett said, her voice somewhat of a monotone. Hudson had brought her back on Saturday sometime, and she’d been hiding in the homestead until she’d shown up at goat yoga that night. Adele had asked her if they’d broken up then, but Scarlett hadn’t known that either. She said she didn’t want to talk about it, and then she’d taken Gramps to dinner.
Adele had wanted to tell her about showing Carson the food videos, and Joey, and telling Carson about Joey. She had finally confessed to kissing Carson, and Scarlett had been nothing but supportive. So Adele needed to put her news beneath her tongue, and be there for her friend now.
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