A Grave Beneath The Floorboards
Language: en
My best friend once told me something she meant as a joke. She said that if we were ever out for dinner and she didn’t touch the hot sauce, the person sitting across from me definitely wasn't her. I’ve always been a spice fanatic—the kind of person who carries a bottle of habanero flakes in her purse. Bella, on the other hand, used to have the palate of a toddler. She spent a year secretly training herself to handle heat just so she could keep up with me on our Friday night food crawls. By the time she "graduated," she was ordering the "Nuclear" option right alongside me. Tonight, we were…