Eleanor got goosebumps every time Julian called her "Ellie."
But she couldn't let Margaret catch on that she and Julian were mid-divorce.
She sat down beside him.
He served both her and her mother with practiced ease.
"Ellie's cooking's still so good... but Julian, you must be sick of eating the same thing by now, aren't you?"
Margaret patted Eleanor's shoulder, earnest. "You should mix things up once in a while, try something new. Julian works hard out there, and if you can't put a decent spread on the table when he's home, you're not holding up your end."
"I know, Mom. Don't worry about it."
Eleanor agreed out loud, something souring underneath.
Margaret had always been traditional, old-fashioned in her values, and had raised Eleanor the same way.
At one point, Eleanor had agree
