When Linda said she knew enough, I knew she was referring to her blackmail. What she knew was that Nicholas and I had been campus sweetheart three years ago. Unfortunately, that was enough to get her everything what she wanted.
She picked up one of the cookbooks. “Since I know everything, I expect you to agree with my decisions here. I know best, after all. You should consider yourself fortunate to be paired with me.”
“I can help.” I started to reach for a book of my own, but she slapped my hand away.
“You can help by not screwing this up for me.”
For the rest of our hour together, I was forced to agree with all of Linda’s decisions, even the ones I knew wouldn’t make sense. No one would select three different kind of egg dishes. Where was the variety?
But when I tried to suggest it,
