Clara emptied the refrigerator.The fridge was stocked with every kind of ingredient imaginable: chicken, duck, fish, eggs, leafy greens, cheese, all of it ended up lined across the counter.The problem was that Clara knew what these things tasted like, but she had no idea how to turn them into a meal."Six people. That means at least seven dishes."The number surfaced from somewhere in her memory. Someone had explained it to her over dinner once. When hosting a meal, the number of dishes should exceed the number of guests by at least one. More, depending on the importance of the relationship."We can't serve only vegetables either. We need meat. Stan coming over isn't just about gratitude. We're going to need more from him."She rinsed a slab of pork under cold water. Three seconds later, she set it down. The slick layer of fat against her fingers was already more than she could handle.She stepped away from the sink. "We don't need that one."Instead, she reached for the whol
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