23
Spice
Several months later
It was four hours before breakfast service. Sam sat with my mother at a table overlooking the prep kitchen.
Leo was happily helping out, chopping onions and peppers without so much as a tear.
I couldn’t help but smile. “Your knife skills are impressive, little guy.”
“I’m not little, I’m almost six,” he said as he chopped a pile of green onions in quick, even motions. Leo was slightly taller than he was at the wedding and wore the bandana made from our father’s shirt around his wrist. He had a level of confidence that was truly admirable.
The door swung open as Jamie came in, carrying three large wooden boxes of produce. He could barely see, but it was not the first time he tried to bring in more boxes than his arms could carry. It was at the last moment
