Gemotions

“Honey, are you sure you didn't tell anyone about your salsa recipe?” David asked his wife, Maria, bewildered. Their local farmers market was a sea of stalls, and one, in particular, caught his eye. “Maria’s Marvelous Salsa,” the sign read, and the aroma filling the air was undeniably the same as Maria's secret recipe. It was being sold by their neighbor, Mrs. Henderson.

Maria’s face flushed red. She looked at David, then back at the stall, her eyes narrowed. She had meticulously cultivated the perfect combination of peppers, tomatoes, and spices. A wave of bewilderment washed over her. She knew that Mrs. Henderson had asked for the recipe a few times, but she had always politely declined.