“Beth, you know I love your cooking.” “Oh, no,” Bethany teases. Elliot gives her a grin, but there’s something…malicious about it. And I don’t think it’s directed at Bethany. “I just can’t help but remember the best Thanksgiving stuffing I’ve ever had. When I lived in Meridian City, my Diana loved this diner on the North Side. They had a Thanksgiving food drive every year, and the owner made the best stuffing.” Another unnerving smile crosses his face and his eyes flicker to me. “You been to the North Side recently?” “The North Side doesn’t exactly exist anymore.” I shrug. “I turned that side
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