C81 Friendship

Melissa ate another spoonful of that soup and then pushed herself away. "Not anymore," she said. "Beatrice, please."

The woman smiled at her and then placed the soup on the ground beside her, covering it. "Vengeance is a dish, best served cold," she said with a chuckle.

"But isn't that petty?" Melissa creased her brows. "You are supposed to be the elderly woman," she complained with an eye roll