Dini caught her reflection in the fridge’s polished chrome and made a face. Maybe she just didn’t want to understand herself
Dini added a smiley emoji to soften the sarcasm and pressed send. Was she a terrible person for enjoying the triumph of telling her friend that she’d organized two weeks of meals in less than an hour? Yes, Ayala, this is the way things work when we don’t insist on doing everything ourselves.
She stood up abruptly. Not nice. Especially when she’d been the one to flake out on Ayala last week.
And, worse, had given her salary away to someone else.
Dini walked into her kitchen and stuck her head in the freezer. Okaay. So she was making dinner for the Schwartzes tonight and had nothing decent to cook for them. Takeout, here we come?
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