The Perfect Son

Fiona enthusiastically sliced the pizza for Eleanor.

Eleanor quickly waved her hand. "Give it to Harvey and Dom, I'm not used to these things. My stomach can't handle it."

Fiona paused with the knife, her smile stiffened. "Mrs. Maxwell, I specifically made this for you. Could you just try a little?"

Fiona rarely cooked, usually ordering takeout from expensive restaurants. She was after all a busy