The game

Emma's lunch was wonderful. I don't know if Noah would have done the same or better. It was washed down with a lot of white wine, which I didn't turn down after having had vodka in the morning. Soon, thanks to the alcohol, I started to feel lighter. And I was more prepared to endure Sunday to the end. When dessert was served, some refused. It wasn't my case. It was pear jam, made by Ema herself. Of course I repeated. Whoever had finished the meal left and returned to the living room. I continued, accompanied by Martina and Thomas. Michelle practically took Noah by force. Emma asked:

- Did you like the food, Megan?

- Wonderful. That Noah won't listen to me, but I don't know if he would have done better.

She smiled happily and satisfied:

- He learned to cook with me. But he ended up overcoming me... I think it's because he took classes with famous people. She spoke softly.

- I bet you do.

- Want more candy?

- No. - said Martina. - This way you will fatten my sister, Ema.