C29 Chapter Twenty Nine

“I’ll see you at lunch. I’m making a lemon chicken piccata. Does that sound all right?”

“It sounds amazing,” I say between bites.

“Good. Theresa, let’s get to the market.”

They leave, and the kitchen feels a few degrees cooler as I finish my pasta and place my bowl in the sink. I find myself wishing I could go with them to the market. But I don’t ask