Lena
The first thing I was greeted with as I stepped inside the house was the aroma of food coming from the kitchen. I knew right then that it was Martha. She popped her head out of the kitchen. “You’re finally back!” She seemed excited.
“Yes, Martha. Didn’t know you’d be coming.”
She squeezed her face. “I have to. The house missed your presence. And George wouldn’t stop reminding me to come.”
I marched forward towards the dining where she was setting the table. “Just say you missed me. Don’t use him as an excuse.” I said with a wink.
“Well, you got me. I’m not here just because George wants me to. I’m here because I’ve missed you. I know you haven’t eaten. Have a seat.” As soon as I grabbed my seat and the aroma beat through my nostrils, I felt like throwing up. I covered my mouth w
