I cut my finger as I chop the onions. Maria hurries to my side and sees the blood. I ask her not to worry. She bites her lower lip, and seats. I want to cook the dinner for our date. I read earlier my grandmother’s spell book and my blood was the cherry for the potion. I tell her to get the serving bowl in the cabinet behind her. As she turns, I squeeze my finger and the blood drops in the pan. After I simmer it for another minute, I transfer it into the bowl and serve our plates. I sit on the edge of my chair as she plunges her spoon from the food to her lips. Then, I wait.
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