Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"What? You're not even pregnant, and you're hogging the chicken soup? That's not really fair, is it?"

"That big pot of soup, you think you can finish it all?" Beverley couldn't believe the nonsense coming out of her mouth. "Of course I can."

"What are you trying to say?"

Millie dropped the pretense. "Well, since it was made for me, it's probably best if others don't drink it, don't you think?" "Fine," Beverley said, putting the bowl down with a scoff, "then enjoy it all by yourself!"

And with that, she turned and left.

Millie smirked triumphantly, glancing over the two bowls of soup on the table with disdain before heading back to her room.

"Why didn't you eat your chicken soup?!" Millie, just waking up from a nap, yawned and replied, "Just wasn't in the mood for it anymore, is there a problem?" "You-"

"Beverley, could you knock before entering my room next time? You might startle the baby."

Beverley was speechless.

At night, Millie sat in the living room watching TV.

Beverley suggested she take a walk in the garden for the baby's health, but Millie ignored her.

"Beverley, since you're so free, why don't you run out and get me some clam chowder? From that place downtown, you know, Old Joe's, they have the best taste." Beverley glanced outside; it was already dark.

Driving downtown would take at least an hour, round trip nearly two, and for what? Clam chowder?

Even if she went, it'd be cold by the time she got back.

I ask Sadie to whip up something

can home cooking match the taste of Old Joe's? They don't close till eleven, if you go now, you

least. Standing in line

What was she thinking!

want to eat it? It's the baby who's

you don't go, I won't be able to sleep tonight. If I can't sleep, your grandchild

doctor said I shouldn't be

"I'll send the driver. Or maybe get

It wouldn't cost much.

the baby said he wants

a loss

et fel?

not loved," Millie said with a look of disappointment, "Ugh.. my stomach

her teeth, her face twitching in an effort to contain her anger, "Grandma will

she stormed out, calling the

"Lara, can you wash some

hear you're quite the cook. I'm craving clam chowder; could you make

frowned, "But ma'am has already gone out to get

how long am I supposed to wait? I want

then she won't need to

I want to try both, homemade and from Old

at

What a day!

tucked away in a back alley, requiring a walk and a wait