Chapter 23

“Well, made another insta-friend, I guess.” The only time wrinkles appeared anywhere on Preston’s handsome face was when he smiled or frowned. “She hate all newcomers, or do I rub everyone the wrong way?”

“Nah. She doesn’t hate you,” I said. “Not yet. It does take a while to become accustomed to her sense of humor, though. It’s a little…”

“Scary?”

I nodded. “That works. The meatloaf is pretty good.”

“Everyone’s is different. The other times I was here, I just got chicken salad on lettuce. I don’t know. Maybe, I should have tried it. Sometimes, I’m weary of new food.”

“You, too, huh?” I had to smile, as I glanced back toward the kitchen and another memory came to carry me somewhere else.

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