The apartment next door went quiet for two days.
Then one morning, the scent of rosemary chicken wafted through the hallway.
Diana opened her door—and nearly dropped her keys.
Mrs. Thomas stood there, holding a casserole dish with a forced smile. “Surprise."
Diana blinked. “What are you doing here?"
Her mother straightened. “We've moved in next door. The unit opened up last week. We thought… proximity might help."
“Help *what*?"
Mrs. Thomas extended the dish. “I made your favorite."
Diana didn't move. “You don't know what my favorite is."
A pause. Then, awkwardly: “Roast chicken with rosemary. Isn't it?"
“I'm vegetarian now."
“Oh," her mother said, blinking fast. “Well. We didn't know."
“You never did."
Diana closed the door before the dish could change hands.
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