Linda Francis Lee Quote

I would be over the moon if you'd make me one of your famous apple cakes.Portia stared at the ingredients her sister had lined up with perfect precision on the scratched countertop. Apples. Butter. Brown sugar.Cordelia cocked her head. What is it?Nothing, Portia said, her voice weak. It's just that I'm not in the mood to bake, is all.That was a lie. Her fingers itched to dive in, peel, and core, sift the flour, fold in the softened butter and brown sugar. Again and again since moving into the apartment she'd had to ignore her tingling fingertips and the smells of chocolate and vanilla that didn't really exist. She had thrown every bit of food in the apartment away, and it still hadn't helped.I don't believe you, Cordelia said. You want to bake like nobody's business. I can see it in your eyes.

Linda Francis Lee

I would be over the moon if you'd make me one of your famous apple cakes.Portia stared at the ingredients her sister had lined up with perfect precision on the scratched countertop. Apples. Butter. Brown sugar.Cordelia cocked her head. What is it?Nothing, Portia said, her voice weak. It's just that I'm not in the mood to bake, is all.That was a lie. Her fingers itched to dive in, peel, and core, sift the flour, fold in the softened butter and brown sugar. Again and again since moving into the apartment she'd had to ignore her tingling fingertips and the smells of chocolate and vanilla that didn't really exist. She had thrown every bit of food in the apartment away, and it still hadn't helped.I don't believe you, Cordelia said. You want to bake like nobody's business. I can see it in your eyes.

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