Early in the morning, before Mason King even left his room, he overheard the conversation between the mother and daughter outside.
"So, which is tastier, the steak I grilled or the one Uncle Turner did?" Suzanne's voice was noticeably lower.
Abigail took a serious bite of her steak and, smacking her lips, honestly praised, "Both are delicious!"
"No, you have to tell me which one is better. Is Mommy's tastier?" Suzanne asked, drawing close and whispering in Abigail's ear.
Abigail looked at her Mommy, her face torn.
Suzanne stared intently at her daughter, who was on the verge of rebellion.
She couldn't afford to lose face by letting that man win over Abigail's palate just because she had a neck injury for a few days.
Seeing Mommy's hopeful gaze, Abigail swallowed the steak in her mouth and struggled to state, "Mommy, your steak doesn't taste like Uncle Turner's."
Upon hearing this, Suzanne's face fell, and she reprimanded expressionlessly, "So you're saying his is better?"