“I hope the setting is to your liking” Mrs. Fleming said modestly while sitting beside me. We sat on one side of the table and left the other side empty.
“It’s more than perfect” my mom smiled
“Really? I was deciding on what was better, a turkey or a chicken. I settled on a turkey but it got overcooked…”
“A slight overcook? We are not so choosy”
“No, it was a charred overcook. My cooking skills are a bit rusty “Mrs. Fleming chuckled “so anyway, I had my chef roast a chicken before you arrived.”
“You didn’t have to do that”
I endured their idle chatter about foodstuffs and what not for over ten minutes until I couldn’t hold it in anymore. How did they bond so fast anyway? They literally just met a day ago. This was supposed to be a thank you meal but from the direction which the conve
