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“Oh my! Sara, that was the best chilli I’ve had in ages.” Abigail put her fork and spoon together in the bowl, signalling she’d finished. When her sister went to spoon more into her bowl, she waved the offer away. “No more for me, thanks. I’ve had more than enough.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She’d held back, hoping to go for a walk with Scott after dinner.
“Yeah, really, guys, terrific chilli. I couldn’t have done better myself.” Scott held up his glass of beer to cheers everyone. “My compliments to the chef, or chefette, should I say?”
Sara chuckled. “Chef will do, Scott. And thank you. It was an honor having you here.”
Charlie was still finishing his chilli when Scott made a grab for the bottle of wine. “More vino, Abbie?” It was the bottle he’d brought over.
“Not for me, thanks.
