"It is the best way to get your name out there, you know." Jillian kept her focus on the white lumps bobbing in the saucepan. She attacked the stubborn clumps with a whisk, and fell under the spell of smoothening floury pan drippings.
"Careful. You're going to beat out all the flavor."
"Hmmm…what was that? Oh, another one of your silly remarks, eh? Don't worry. This gravy tastes more like turkey than the turkey. You left that bird in too long."
"I most certainly did not." Jillian increased her efforts to save the sauce. She pictured her glorious creation on display in Aunt June's Rosemont gravy boat. The kitchen flickered out of focus; a houseful of voices died away.
"Didn't you hear me?" Chills crawled across Jillian's skin as she turned her head to the left. Her sister was still there, wineglass in hand, eyes wide and milky.
"I heard you, Jenni. Loud and clear. It's ok. I don't mind dry meat. That's why I made gravy. We're a perfect pair, you and I." Jillian stiffened as her sister leaned in for a slimy kiss.
"We are perfect in every way, Jilly. Even a snail gets to his destination. Soon enough, our work will be noticed. Believe me, people won't forget your name."
"Our name. Stone women are resourceful, are we not?" Jillian applied more elbow grease to the gravy as laughter returned to the hot, enclosed kitchen.
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