My aunt gets quiet. Then she says, too calmly, “That recipe was stolen. It belonged to my sister.”
Except—her sister’s been in Argentina since the ’90s. Claimed she couldn’t travel. Claimed she had lupus.
My aunt gets quiet. Then she says, too calmly, “That recipe was stolen. It belonged to my sister.”
Except—her sister’s been in Argentina since the ’90s. Claimed she couldn’t travel. Claimed she had lupus.