Chapter 3
Back at the house, I cut into the generous block of goat cheese Philip had picked up at the farmer’s market and filled two wine glasses with our favorite sauvignon blanc. We clinked glasses, inhaled the aromatic scent, and sipped the delicate wine.
A mixture of collard greens and red Vidalia onions sizzled in butter on the stove, infusing the air with delectable smells.
I stared down at my cell phone on the countertop. No new calls from Mom. I watched Philip from the kitchen window set up the Martha Stewart table and chair set in the backyard. Through the slit in the opened window, I inhaled a billow of smoke from the grill. I yelled to Philip to check the fish and steaks.
He nodded, tossing me a thumbs-up.
Eating outdoors during the summer months was a venerable past time.
