Peter was right. Laura’s mac was the most delicious I have ever tasted.
Damn! What the hell did she use to prepare it? I thought, as I scooped the last serving on my plate.
With the tail of my left eye, I checked to see how the people around the table were faring, and found out that they were still eating gently, in little amounts.
Well, they must be used to eating such a rich dish. I had to admit that Laura beat my mother hands down in mac preparation.
I thought of asking for more, but shyness wouldn't let me. Fortunately, Diana saw the want and greed painted on my face.
“You want more, Maya?” She asked me, and for a minute I was glad that she had read my mind, or my face, whichever one it was.
At her question, Laura and Peter looked up from their plates and stared at me.
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