In the kitchen, Vanessa watched Theodore deftly chopping potatoes into neat, small pieces, feeling an acute twinge of difort in her chest.


    Just the phrase "your wife" from Mrs. Reynolds'' lips could dissipate all of her good spirits. She really knew how to hit her where it hurt.


    "Theodore, you''ve got some impressive knife skills. I didn''t know you could cook," she said.


    Without looking up, he replied, "Picked it up during my time studying abroad, but I hardly ever use it."@@novelbin@@


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