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“I didn’t ask you to.”

The widow set down the axe. She wiped her hands on her apron and studied Ela for a long, uncomfortable moment. Then she laughed—a short, sharp sound, like a branch snapping. holydumplings

She boiled them in a pot of water. The water bubbled. The dumplings floated to the surface, pale and humble. She fished them out with a wooden spoon and placed them in Babcia Mila’s clay bowl. “I didn’t ask you to

“I made them.”

“You’re Mila’s girl,” she said. “Your grandmother used to sneak me bread when my husband was alive and beating me. The priest excommunicated me for missing Mass, but your grandmother never stopped leaving a loaf on my step. Every Sunday. For three years.” uncomfortable moment. Then she laughed—a short