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 similar here at

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

pleased, to say the least. Standing

What was she thinking!

to eat it? It's

don't go, I won't be able to sleep tonight.

doctor said I shouldn't

driver.

It wouldn't cost much.

baby said he wants it bought by

at a

et fel?

well, I guess that's how it is when you're not loved," Millie said with a look

her face twitching in an effort to contain her anger,

that, she stormed out, calling the driver: "To

"Lara, can you

cook. I'm craving clam chowder; could

has already gone out to

how long am I supposed to

then she won't need to

to

was at

What a day!

A downpour started, and Old Joe's was tucked away in a back alley,