"Chicken Marsala," Maya answered as she pulled the plate of skinned boneless chicken breasts, already defrosted, from the refrigerator and placed it on the counter before retrieving the package of butter. "Get the sherry and wine, and I'll get the mushrooms," Maya suggeste...
Something about the way the interviewer, Ms. Barton, dressed in dull gray tweeds and with an overly pleasant demeanor, had settled back into her seat, a patronizing smile plastered on her face as she'd looked over Nailah as though Nailah were some curious but entertaining anomaly. After an awkwar...
