Chapter Thirty-Seven
Day three since Josef left.
Sof
Does anyone know if your starter is supposed to smell like bananas?
Des
Yeah, I read that’s normal. Mine smells like feet.
Sof
That is so gross.
Mer
Mine doesn’t smell like anything. But let’s keep trying, ladies!
The promise of homemade carbs was a poor substitute for my man. I was making a mess out of our kitchen. Wasting flour by the pound. And I was pretty sure the housekeeper was a second away from quitting.
God, I missed my husband.
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