Fifty-three

Veronica sat down on her couch and looked around admiringly.

“What a mighty fine place you got here. What's your name again dear?”

“My name is Angela.”

“Angela. What a pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty girl, that's what I always say”

Angela chuckled lightly. “Thanks. Veronica, I'm sorry to ask this, I kinda have a little trouble with my memory lately, but have we met before? There's something familiar about you.”

“Met? Familiar? Me? Why, I sure don't think so. This is the first time I'm seeing this face. I'm pretty sure I would remember”

“Oh. Then I guess it's in my head then, sorry about that.”

“Why, it's no trouble.” She opened the plate in her hand and the delicious aroma of noodles filled the room, making Angela's stomach grumble loudly. Her face turned red with embarrassment as Veronica gave a soft giggle.

“I'm sorry” Angela mumbled but Veronica waved it away.

“No need to apologize dear, the aroma of my food tends to do that to people. Here, it's for you”

“Thank you, but