The sweet smell of warm, fluffy pancakes filled the room. They were made by Daniel, the man who is often said to be too busy to spend time with her. Actually, he didn't lack time to spend with her; he just didn't want to.
How ironic, Chantelle thought, a bitter laugh rising in her chest.
Though sadness filled her heart, she almost got up to leave. But a part of her still wanted to stay and fulfill her old wish. I'll just have one bite.
She sat down and silently began eating the pancake. It was delicious!
"How's the pancake, Ms. Bently? Is it to your liking?"
"Hmm, it's good. You cook well, Mr. Wilson."
"Glad you like it."
Chantelle couldn't help but say, "Mrs. Wilson must have been lucky. You have such great cooking skills."
