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Reverend Howell began to scowl from the sight of a bowl being placed near him. He glanced from stew to Martha Kent as she smiled.
''Martha is always so good to me. Cooking for me and hearing my sermons. Taking me in. As for stew?''
Reverend Howell focused on stew another time while his scowl remained. Well, Martha wasn't perfect. He usually enjoyed what she cooked. There was something about stew that he loathed. A few things. The appearance. The taste.
Reverend Howell forced himself to smile after he tasted a bit of stew. Chocolate cake to look forward to.
THE END