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.

by now. How about I ask Sadie to whip up something

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

wasn't pleased, to say the least. Standing in line for clam

What was she thinking!

you think I want to eat

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

said I shouldn't

sighed, "I'll send the driver. Or

It wouldn't cost much.

the baby said he wants it

at a

et fel?

when you're not loved," Millie said

face twitching in an

stormed out, calling the driver:

smiled, "Lara, can you wash some cherries for

the cook. I'm

has already gone out to

supposed to wait? I

come back, then she won't need to

scoffed, "No need. I want to try both, homemade

at a

What a day!

far from pleasant. A downpour started, and Old Joe's was tucked away in a back alley, requiring a walk and