Chapter 13
TarynJeff and Olivia were creatures of habit. Or maybe Jeff was a creature of habit, and that’s all Olivia knew. Either way, the pair enjoyed certain rituals, and I considered myself lucky to be included. One such ritual: Taco Tuesdays. Jeff couldn’t cook much, but he could brown ground beef and dump taco seasoning in a pan.
Entering his kitchen, I found the sight of Jeff placing a cookie sheet with taco shells in the oven especially comforting. Olivia sat perched on a barstool watching as her father assembled the ingredients for our dinner.
“Don’t forget the cheese.” She waved to their regular dinner guest. “Hi, Taryn. Taco Tuesday! Taco Tuesday!”
“I know. I’ve been looking forward to tacos all day. Are we mixing it up? Chicken tacos? Fish tacos?”
“No. Regular tacos. Fish
