Things that John loved. But Liz? Oh, she definitely wasn’t a fan. I was putting the final touches on the chicken when Liz walked into the kitchen, holding her cell phone and looking at my cooking. She scanned the kitchen with an expression as if she had smelled something awful. I tried to ignore her as I was already busy sweating. Then, she hit me with a comment that really stung. “Hey, Kate,” she said, “maybe we should order food. Not everyone wants what you’ve cooked. I don’t know if everyone will like your cooking either.
Every aspect of Christmas is supposed to be enjoyed by everyone. They should enjoy the food too!” I was completely taken aback by her words. I saw John leaning against the archway, munching on a carrot. He completely avoided looking at me, looking over my head and out the window across the room. I held back my tears and bit my lip. The guests were almost all there, sitting around the house, and I didn’t want to ruin the dinner, even though Liz had hurt me. Dinner time came, and the table was loaded with food.