conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  When I entered the kitchen, Claire was despondently wiping the floor. A small pot waited on the stove, speckled with the remnants of an egg, and milk and cream sat next to that. I also spied sugar and liquor on the counter.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I was trying to make crème brûlée. And then the pot exploded…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “As usual, I have no idea what you did. Show me your hand.” Rae says to her.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Claire held out her hand for me to check. “You’re not burned. That’s a relief.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “No, it’s not. I still can’t get even a single dish right.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Claire was normally good at everything she tried, so she was having a hard time with the fact that she couldn’t cook. She was practicing as much as she could, but with no success as of yet. "Well, that’s only one thing you’re not yet capable of doing perfectly, Miss Claire. If you were a perfect cook on top of everything else, you wouldn’t need me anymore.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s not just cooking. I’m a terrible seamstress too. I never thought embroidery would be so difficult.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  She said that, but at least when it came to embroidery, her standards for herself were impossibly high. In truth, Claire’s embroidery decorated our living room, and whenever Dole or Rod came to visit, they always asked if it was professional work. Selfishly, I hoped she never learned to cook.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Mother Rae, Mother Rae?”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What is it, May?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Why does Mother Rae call Mother Claire ‘Miss Claire’?”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I hadn’t thought about that. It had been habit at first, and then it had just stuck.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “See? It’s weird. We’re partners now, so you can just call me by my name, you know?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Claire said, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. For some reason I was embarrassed to call her just “Claire” out loud.
conversations.prefix: Rae: