Elaine
I stared at the frowning older woman in front of me. "I was sneaking out to get some snacks. Why do you have to be here?" She grumbled.
"I am sorry." I apologized. I made some mashed chicken sandwiches and some hot chocolate. Would you love some?" I offered.
She was about to refuse, but her belly gave her away. I chuckled but noticed she was rather upset, so I wiped the smile off my face. "Here, I'll share some with you." I plated her some sandwich.
She ate a piece and stopped. "Cooking isn't your forte."
I giggled, "I have heard that from Alexander as well."
She sipped from the mug of the hot chocolate I just made. Her aged eyes crinkled in sentimental nostalgia.
"You learned this recipe from Melinda," she said softly.
I settled on the counter stool with her. "Yes, she wou
