Winona didn’t find it odd—after all, everyone has things they’d rather not share with outsiders.
“And honestly, that town is tiny,” Sue continued. “Very few people live there, and hardly anyone likes foreign food. Her little restaurant barely gets any business, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She just stays there with her daughter. I asked her why she doesn’t move to the city, find a better life, but she said she’s grown used to the peace and quiet. But where does her income come from? She doesn’t look like someone short on money.”
Listening to Sue, Winona couldn’t help but feel curious about this mysterious woman.
“What’s her name?” she asked.
“She’s called—”
Before Sue could finish, a knock sounded at the door.
“That must be her. I’ll get it.”
Sue stood and walked to the door.
Winona rose too, ready to greet the visitor.
As the door swung open, a woman and her young daughter stood on the porch.
“You made it,” Sue said warmly, ruffling the little girl’s hair.
“Hi, Ms. Sue!” the girl chirped.
Sue grinned. “Aren’t you the sweetest?”
The woman, disappointment flickering across her face, turned to Sue. “Are you really leaving? I was hoping to have you over for dinner next month. There are still a few of my favorite dishes you haven’t tried yet.”
Sue gave a rueful smile. “I wish I could stay, but I’m homesick. I guess this place was never quite right for me.”
She stepped aside, ushering them in. “Come on in! I want you to meet my friend. Winona, this is Yvonne Vale, and her daughter, Lucy.”

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