Unable to refuse, Clara finally gave Queenie the address. Queenie drove over and arrived in about half an hour, but she was surprised when she saw Clara running a small store.

"This is… Your store? Do you live here?" Queenie asked.

"Yeah. I've been running this place for years. It's easier to take care of my son because he studies in the school next door," Clara answered.

After learning that Queenie was Clara's former cellmate and had occasionally helped Clara while in prison, Mrs. Wells greeted Queenie warmly and enthusiastically served her tea, cut fruits, and a variety of snacks.

"Queenie, why don't you stay for dinner? I'll go to the grocery and get whatever you like," Mrs. Wells offered.

"No need. I'm leaving shortly. I happened to meet Clara again, so I thought I'd keep in touch with her more," Queenie said, hiding her utter disdain for this humble and shabby-looking place.

Queenie found the snacks and tea Mrs. Wells served cheap and unpalatable. She only made this trip to