It takes her a second to do anything but stare at the side of Memphis’ face, but she finally pivots on her little slipper and asks Waylynn, “Where can I find a pot?” Smart move not asking Memphis. He probably would have found some way to make her look even more like an outsider. “I’ll grab it for you.” Waylynn starts to get off the stool. “It’s okay, just tell me.” Before Waylynn can answer, Memphis leans to the side and opens a drawer. After reaching inside without even looking, he sets the pot on the counter and resumes working. It seems he found a way to prove she’s the interloper after
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