Second Thoughts
Thad sat alone in the dim light of their living room, the weight of the evening’s confrontation pressing heavily on him. He tried to rationalize Annie’s behavior. Maybe she was stressed with work? But she had always been open about her work challenges before. Could it be that she didn’t like the food his mom made?
Thad knew that his mother’s cooking was top-notch, especially the Italian dishes that Annie had always professed to love. From pizza to pasta, arancini to focaccia, Italian cheese, and lasagna, his mother’s culinary skills were undeniable.