Rita brought Anabel a bowl of stew, some meat, and some bread. “I hope you’re hungry.” She said setting it down on the table.
The smell tickled Anabel’s stomach, she was hungry and this made it worse. She cut a piece of meat, and slowly put it in her mouth. It melted like it was some prime rib. “Wow, that is good.” She said taking another bite, and then another.
“Slow down I don’t want you to die from my cooking,” Rita said taking a drink of water. “Please there is plenty.” She said taking a bite.
Anabel wiped her mouth clean, she didn’t want to stop, and she wanted more. “I know, I just haven’t had good food from an oven and stove in a long time. I thought fires were a thing of the past, I got my crash course.” She said taking a drink
