They Tried To Throw Me Out Of My Own Restaurant Until The Chef Stepped In

in New York,” I said. “You wrote for the cooking thing in the memo line.”

“I didn’t know what else to write.”

“It was perfect, Aunt Janine.”

She was quiet. Then: “Can I come see it? Not for a special occasion. Just a Tuesday.”

“Tuesdays are when we make the good pasta.”

“Then a Tuesday.”

After I hung up, I went to my car.

The parking lot behind Lark and Laurel continue reading …