TWENTY-TWO
LeoI can’t wipe the smile from my face as I listen to Quinn and Alma’s banter in the kitchen.
“Is it done?” Quinn says to Alma.
“I don’t know. The red thingy hasn’t popped up. So, I don’t think so,” Alma notes.
“Why are you buttering it?” Quinn’s question is clipped.
“To keep it moist. I saw someone do it on a cooking show once.”
“But it’s never going to finish cooking if you don’t keep the oven door closed, you know? You’re letting out all the heat,” Quinn says as calmly as possible even though it’s obvious that Alma’s methods are driving her crazy.
“You’re right.” Alma pushes the turkey back into the oven and closes the door. “I think the potatoes need a few more minutes before they’re ready to be mashed,” she tells Quinn.
“Yeah, they’re not ready yet,” Quinn agrees, s
