Chapter 91 Pozole, A Crib, and a Text Message

Natalie’s POV

By the time Lola added another scoop of hominy to the pot, I had accepted that whatever I made today was technically going to be her pozole and not mine.

“You said this was easy.”

“It is easy.”

“You’ve corrected me every five minutes.”

“Because you keep doing weird shit.”

I turne...

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