She would always be grateful to her aunt Clara in Cleveland for allowing her the opportunity to live Englisch while she decided on her future, for allowing her to find herself and to return home when the time was right.
“What are we having for dinner?” Aaron asked, glancing around the kitchen. Becka had started to cook once they were married. More often than not, the food was edible, but there were nights like tonight when the meals were a complete disaster and better fed to the dogs. On nights like this, it was enough for Aaron to know that she had tried.
She smiled at him and shrugged, “You said you can cook, remember?”
Aaron laughed as he shook his head but the look he gave Becka made it clear he knew why the dogs were snoring at their feet already.
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