Nora's cook

Previously

…And with that, the chase was on. Nora, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and confusion, dropped the plate of cardboard and bolted. The clatter of cardboard pieces scattering across the floor was drowned out by the thundering footsteps of her mother and the furious brandishing of the wooden spoon. Nora, a blur of motion, weaved through the dining room, around the sofa, and out into the hallway, her mother hot on her heels, the wooden spoon a formidable, albeit absurd, weapon in her pursuit. The smell of jam and dust hung in the air, a faint, lingering testament to Nora's most unusual dish.