CHAPTER 46
THE AROMA OF THE fresh-out-of-the-oven baking dish of lasagna fills the small dining area. The pasta in the large, red ceramic baking dish bubbles with tomato sauce, mozzarella, and ricotta. The smells fill the senses. Side dishes of grilled Brussels sprouts, chopped salad, and freshly baked garlic bread complete the spread.
Parker catches Becka’s gaze. “This is extraordinary, Becka. It looks too beautiful to eat.”
“Ah, you’re too sweet. Take a chair and let’s get comfortable.”
“Shall we?” Taylor indicates a time of prayer, and everyone bows heads. At the end of his prayer, he says, “So much is going on that I needed to give thanks for each of you and for this food, which my lovely wife has prepared. Now, eat and enjoy the company. I’ll serve if you pass your plates.”
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