“You remember my cottage pie?” Barry asked as he drove Bess home one afternoon following speech therapy and a visit to Wally World.
She nodded. “Yes, it went down real well with everyone.”
“Thanks. Well I got an email from my mum, uh, mom,” he corrected. “I’m making an effort to sound more American seeing as how I plan to make a life here.”
Bess beamed. “But you shouldn’t lose sight of where you came from. Your English accent is so cute.”
Barry tried not to groan. Everyone said that. “Well anyway, back to the email from my mother. I’d asked her the other day if she still had my Gran’s recipe for cottage pie.”
“Uh huh?”
“And she sent it me. Do you want me to make it for you this afternoon?” Barry had made sure Bess had bought ground beef and the other ingredients at the store.
“If yo
