It was a bright Friday morning at the cooking school. The smell of fresh dough and sliced vegetables filled the air. The women stood at their stations, wearing aprons and focused on their tasks.

Faye stood at the far end of the kitchen, mixing flour and eggs for her pastry. Across the room, Mrs. Doris chopped vegetables quietly. The two hadn’t spoken since the family meeting. The silence between them was thick and heavy.

One of the women, curious about the quietness, looked at them and said, “What’s the matter? Are you two in a fight or something? You haven’t said a word to each other since class started.”

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