The afternoon tea was something that Elizabeth had said was a ritual for the older women here. It was a place where most of the gossip was shared by every single one of them. And she needed to make her mark there. Angela knew that making a mark was something she could do but being someone who she was not was a difficult endeavour.
“Do you know how to bake?” asked Elizabeth the afternoon that she was supposed to join these ladies for afternoon tea.
“Really? You have known me for almost two weeks and you still think that I can bake? I can cook, sure since I have been alone and I have been taking care of myself and my husband before he died but no. Baking I did not need to learn ever. There were so many cafes and pastry shops all over the towns. Why would I learn?”
“True. I agree…then what
