Goodbye, My Love

In the three years of their marriage, Marco hardly ever came home, and he seldom ate the food she cooked.

Even the few times he came home, he wouldn’t touch any food that wasn’t to his taste.

Marco pulled a long face.

“Colette, I can tell whether a meal is good or not. The spaghetti Loraine made did not just look good, it also tasted good. But yours wasn’t. It lost, both in terms of looks and taste. Why don’t you reflect on yourself instead of questioning the taste of Loraine’s dish? That’s a very ridiculous thing to say, you know.”

Colette went red in embarrassment, but she was not willing to admit failure so easily.

“I don’t agree!” She screamed angrily at Loraine. “I’m sure I did not lose! It’s unfair to let Marco be the judge. It’s only expected that he would consider the relationship and partnership you two have and support you.”

Loraine could respond to her, Marco asked her, “So, what do you

in the restaurant taste the food and judge which is

Loraine agreed without any hesitation. “But if we must do this

beginning to feel uneasy, but still, she

lose, you have to

that we didn’t choose Moreau

she saw

you think of it?” she

teeth. She

didn’t even think much of the consequences of losing. “Fine. I accept it. I’m not

dishes to all the customers for free, so each customer