Same and Different

Gabrielle kept glancing at her watch outside the house. When the time came, the aroma of grilled fish rose from the aluminum foil.

"The grilled fish is ready!"

She ran to the door and shouted.

Nothing mattered more than eating.

Today's lunch consisted of more than grilled fish.

Charles first boiled the macaroni and drained it. Then he melted a pat of butter in the pot and added the sliced sausage, frying it until it was lightly browned. Amid the sausage's fragrance, he added the finely shredded onions and continued stir-frying until they became translucent and tender. At that point, he poured in the canned tomatoes and beans, added the cooked macaroni, and seasoned everything with salt and black pepper. Finally, he simmered it over low heat for ten minutes, until the broth gradually thickened.

Next, he used sweet onions, butter, vegetable broth, dry white wine, aged cheese, salt, and pepper to make a French onion soup that the French favored.

Madame Angelina had always been satisfied with Charles's cooking, and her two granddaughters were no different.

They had a very pleasant meal, except that Pheobe noticed the Maternal grandmother looking at her with an inscrutable smile and could only lower her head and eat in silence.

After they had eaten their fill, the research continued.

The wind had died down considerably. Everyone went outside and sat around the table, while Gabrielle solemnly poured tea for them all.

Or perhaps they had entered academic mode. Madame Angelina's bearing was somewhat different from usual at that moment: elegant and graceful. The passage of time seemed to have left only deep traces in her eyes. Her silvery white hair was pinned up at the back of her head, and a faint halo, almost visible to the naked eye, radiated around her and