May I Have Another?

The critique of my story is going well, but not because my writing group particularly likes the thing.

"This version just seems a lot more...," one of the women says with an apologetic wince, "sentimental."

It stings a little, but she's right, and I know it, so it's nice to know I'm not getting away with anything.

"Thanks," I say, honestly, reaching for my third madeline cookie.