Claudia had to agree the stew she ate was delicious and tasted like those her grandmother made.

Her grandma had African heritage so the ingredients used in making her stew was rare and only known by her.

'Did it taste like it?" Michael came into the car. Claudia glared at him with her mouth full.

She had told him to not to come till she was done but his ears seemed to fail from time to time.

'Just answer me and I'd leave. Did the stew taste like your grandma's?" he ...