The radio played a scratchy jazz record as she worked the dough. There was a time, decades ago, when she would have fretted over the calories in the butter, counting every gram with a furrowed brow. She remembered that anxious, younger version of herself—always trying to edit her own existence. But as she rolled out the pastry now, her hands moved with a confident, practiced ease. She understood that butter was necessary for flakiness, just as time was necessary for wisdom.
But she wasn't in her twenties. She looked up at him, seeing the genuine admiration in his eyes. He wasn't looking for a girl; he was looking at a woman.
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Today was the day of the harvest festival, a small-town tradition that Elara took very seriously. Her contribution was her famous spiced pear and blackberry galette.
He followed her into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she returned to her galette. He watched her hands, plump and capable, tucking the edges of the dough over the fruit.
