“I’ll be happy to.”
I couldn’t get the rude woman out of my head, so I bring it up. “There was a woman in here earlier that I hadn’t met. She’s about my height, chestnut-brown hair. More put together than the other girls.”
“I’m guessing you met Vera?”
“That’s her. She wasn’t happy about me cooking. I thought that’s what I was supposed to do. Did I do something wrong?”
She deflates a little. “Sorry, I should have warned you. Most of the sweet butts are manageable, but Vera and Grace are horrible.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Her frown deepens, and an unsettling feeling stirs in my stomach. She looks away from me and lets out a heavy sigh. “Nasty women that say nasty things. It’s like they never matured past high school.”
I monitor her closely. “Are they mean to you?”
Her body stills
