Sunlight shone off polished copper pots, hanging from racks along one wall of the kitchen, warming the cool, solid grey of the old stones making up the wall. Together with the big, slightly battered wooden table in the middle, and the scent of coffee and baking, the room felt like a hug and a listening ear.
Marie could have used both, but as the owner of the kitchen, she was being asked to provide them, and tea, yet again.
This time it was romance troubles for young Belinda from two doors down.
Things had felt so much more intense at eighteen, it was important to remember that, and not roll eyes at sobbing descriptions of Trevor’s gorgeous eyes and cute crooked tooth and how that sly cow Patricia had totally, like, put a spell on him or something.
Given the said ‘sly cow’ had been Belinda’s utmost best, best friend, for, like, ever, just a week ago, it was a little hard to credit.
Marie pushed the plate of freshly backed chocolate chip cookies closer to the sniffling girl. “And how long have you and Trevor been going out?”
“A month, and he’s been so perfect, we’ve been doing these awesome long drives, where we talk about everything and he has the coolest playlists and…” Belinda trailed off into sobs.
The sobs turned into stereo as Patricia barged through the back door. “My boyfriend’s been cheating on me with that sly cow, Belinda!”
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