Chapter 26 Guests at the table

“What?” I swallowed. “Do I have gravy on my face?”

“No.”

“Then why are you staring?”

“You eat the same way you used to.” He picked up his fork at last. “With your whole attention.”

“Because this is incredible,” I waved my fork at the plate. “August, I mean it. Who made this? Who cooks in this pl...

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