Gemotions

Eliza tossed the newspaper onto the counter, the headline screaming about her "overpriced, under-seasoned" risotto. A tiny smile played around her mouth. She reached for the phone, dialing her mother's number. She knew her mother would be thrilled.

"Darling," she purred into the phone, her voice dripping with honey. "You won't *believe* what that… *person* wrote. Apparently, I am a culinary disaster."

She twirled the phone cord around her finger, listening to her mother’s outrage. It was delicious. The way she felt, knowing she could make that person look like a fool.

She already had several calls from other restauranteurs asking if she was planning to change the menu. She would not. She knew what good food was.