#Chapter 62: The Walls Have Ears

When Linda said she knew enough, I knew she was referring to her blackmail. What she knew was that Nicholas and I had been campus sweetheart three years ago. Unfortunately, that was enough to get her everything what she wanted. She picked up one of the cookbooks. “Since I know everything, I expect you to agree with my decisions here. I know best, after all. You should consider yourself fortunate to be paired with me.” “I can help.” I started to reach for a book of my own, but she slapped my hand away. “You can help by not screwing this up for me.” For the rest of our hour together, I was forced to agree with all of Linda’s decisions, even the ones I knew wouldn’t make sense. No one would select three different kind of egg dishes. Where was the variety? But when I tried to suggest it, I was immediately shut down. “It would be such a shame for little Elva, wouldn’t it?” she said. “If her mother was tossed out on the street, destitute and publicly shamed. Absolutely tragic.” I kept