Chapter 28

Latisha was a hard worker. In addition to washing dishes, she would proactively clear tables after customers left. The couple watched her, impressed and a little guilty that they weren't paying her.

Contrary to what Clifford believed, Latisha didn't run back home. In fact, she loved it there. The owner and his wife were kind to her. They ate together, went shopping for supplies together, and she felt a happiness she had never known with Clifford. For a fleeting moment, she almost believed she had found a real home.

The owner's wife tried to teach her how to cook, but Latisha already knew how. Clifford was an incredibly picky eater; he could detect the slightest deviation in seasoning. After they were married, she had spent every day practicing, perfecting her cooking to match his tastes.

So when Latisha cooked for them, the owner's wife was stunned. "Latisha, have you done this before? Are you a chef?"

Latisha smiled and nodded.

"Amazing! It feels like a waste to have you washing dishes. Do you want to be our cook?"

Latisha quickly waved her hands, declining. The smell of cooking oil made her nauseous, and she was afraid she might accidentally get sick in a pan one day.