It was best she took no chances. She knew how it could all turn on the smallest thing. The tiniest omission could spell disaster. Wait, better not even say that word. Best not forget the salt. She did not want to let misfortune in.
She hurried to and fro, assembling, braiding, tossing, turning. Now, where was that garlic? Best peel a few more cloves.
Whatever bad things had potential to upset this, she was not going to allow them to. Not on her watch. Not in her house.
Not when her in-laws were coming to dinner for the first time.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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