Mia's POV:Talking to Glenda was easier than I thought. She had this calming and free spirit about her. I almost forgot the reason I was here in the first place until I was done with my meal. And it was an incredible chicken stew.“You want seconds?” Glenda asked, picking up our bowls.“No, thank you,” I said, waving my hands in front of her. “I'm good.”“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, looking at the pot, “I thought I perfected the recipe. I guess it's not any good then. Oh well.” She dropped the plates in the sink.“No, no, that was the best stew I've ever had. I mean it. I'm just full or I'd have helped myself to the whole pot.” I chuckled, nervously.“Oh great then, we can open tomorrow.” She said cheerfully. “I've been trying to make the best stew this town has ever tasted for the past week. Thankfully, you came in at the right time to taste my final recipe.”I offered her a smile. “Glad to help.”“So, what were you saying, child?” Glenda asked, fixing her attention on me. I swallow
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