youâre confusing the hell out of me, right?â
âI saw my wife while we were in the store, but my wife wasnât in the store. A woman there had some of her features, and the rest just filled in.â He closed his eyes and allowed the face to take over his vision. âI can see her again. I can finally see her again.â
âI donât suppose you can see her holding a piece of mail with her address on it, huh?â
Joseph opened his eyes. âNo such luck. But this is good. Sheâs with me now, more than she was before. We need to get on the road again.â
âOkay, which way.â
Joseph followed the planes of his wifeâs face, hoping for a clue. âI have no idea. Iâve seen her, though, Will. As beautiful as I knew she would be. Sheâs out there. Letâs go find her.â
FOURTEEN
Her Talented Assistant
. . . The baby was playing with the peas on his high chair tray. Antoinette smiled, noting that she was fairly sure that not a single pea had made it into his mouth. Batting them around the tray and onto the floor seemed so much more interesting to the little boy. When he got older, sheâd let him know that it was inappropriate to play with his food and that eating it was actually much more fun. Not now, though; he seemed to be having too much fun.
Antoinette kneaded butter and flour together to make the beurre manié for the chicken stew sheâd been simmering. âThis will help flavor and thicken the sauce,â she said to the boy, who she noticed had managed to mash some of the peas on the tray. He was now examining the pulp on his right palm with extraordinary interest. âI use different thickening techniques,â she said with a grin she could not have suppressed under any circumstances. âSometimes Iâll use cornstarch, sometimes arrowroot. It all depends on the recipe. This approach is the most elegant, though.â
With a few rapid shakes of his hands, her baby
boy had managed to fling the crushed peas back onto the tray. Now he was using his index finger to create lines with them.
âAre you telling me that youâd like to make pureed peas with me? I was planning to sauté them with onions, but a puree could be nice, also.â She knelt down next to the high chair so their heads were at the same level. âWhat do you think? Should we mash them with some cream and cinnamon?â
The baby cackled and ran his fingers through the green mass heâd created. He then reached his hand toward Antoinetteâs mouth. She let him feed her some of the pea mash, which he seemed to enjoy doing.
âUmm, delicious!â She pretended to consider the taste carefully. âWe might want to add a little more salt, donât you think?â
He waved his arms wildly again, which Antoinette interpreted as âAnd maybe a little white pepper.â
âVery good point! Proper seasoning is an art and you already understand it. I knew that my baby was a genius.â
She stood up to finish the meal. Both sides of the family â eighteen people in all â were coming over today to celebrate her sister Rachelâs birthday. That meant multiple entrees, four different side dishes, an elaborate salad, and the chocolate cake with raspberry filling her sister had specially requested. Antoinette had been cooking since seven this morning. She knew she would be exhausted tonight and hoped that Don would offer up one of his luxurious foot
massages, but right now she was working with the energy that she always felt whenever she was preparing a big dinner party. Her son had been with her for most of the work, sometimes in his high chair, sometimes crawling around on the floor, often in her arms. Throughout it all, sheâd described everything she was doing to him, looking forward to the day when he would become her talented assistant in the kitchen.
Having a baby had turned out to be so much harder than she and
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