Alice arrived home from work just as Sheila was serving dinner on the table.
“Hey, girl!” she greeted, placing a large plate of chicken cooked with garlic and herbs, on the table. The whole apartment smelt delicious. Sheila’s hair had been tied up in a messy bin and her apron was stained with what looked like blood, but Alice knew it definitely was tomato paste.
“This looks like we’re having a Thanksgiving feast,” Alice said laughing, as she went over to give Sheila a side hug.
“It’s not everyday your mum comes to visit. Besides, it’s her first dinner in Florida in like what...ages?” Sheila replied, taking off her apron.
“Thank you so much, Sheila. You’re the best. I have no idea how I would have lasted in this city without you,” Alice appreciated.
“And I have no idea how I would have
