The mouthwatering scent of simmering dishes wrapped around Clara and James as they stepped into his grandmother's house.
Knowing Barbara was cooking, Clara quickly swapped her shoes for house slippers and headed toward the kitchen. But as she reached the doorway, the older woman's voice sent her skidding to an abrupt halt.
"Lori dear, I never realized what a wonderful cook you were!"
"Living alone abroad all these years... When I craved hometown flavors, I had to teach myself," Lori's saccharine voice oozed poison into Clara's ears. "Though I only know simple home-style dishes..."
"That's still impressive! Most millennials can't even operate a stove, let alone cook proper meals!" James' mother interjected with a sniff.
Barbara chuckled warmly. "Absolutely! Just tell me what you'd like
