Chapter 28 How to Share a Plate of Union Pasta

As the day passed, the night fell silent. Louisa's eyes were still red and puffy from crying. Flora's parting words at the nursing home kept playing in her head. "Lou, I'm relieved to see you happy. I can face your mother when I see her again." Louisa didn't want Flora to live with regrets, and Flora wanted to do right by Louisa's mother. Louisa had never known her father. When she asked about him as a child, Flora had simply said that he was dead. That was enough for Louisa to realize he wasn't actually deceased but rather that he just didn't exist in their world. She never asked again and treated him as if he were a ghost. Her only family was Flora, who raised her, and a mother she held no memory of. "Mrs. Holten." There was a knock at the door. Louisa quickly wiped her eyes and asked the person at the door to enter. The housekeeper, Carol Whitman, entered carrying a tray with a plate of pasta and two forks. "Mrs. Holten, this is union pasta." This was an old fami