Rachel made some seafood chowder for Mrs. Lana. She barely ate anything these days, “Ma’am, listen. You need to at least eat something.”

“I’m sorry, Rachel. But I really don’t have much appetite.” Mrs. White sighed.

Rachel knew she was still feeling sad over those things Lana told her, “Miss didn’t mean to say those things. You really shouldn’t think over those words again and again.”

Mrs. White let out a sarcastic smile, “Why would I ever feel sad about those things ...