Chapter 10
Sunday. Rosie’s day off. As she often pre-prepared Sunday lunch, she left one job to whoever happened to be home—to slide dishes into a hot oven following a timeworn schedule. The directions, written down and worked out by Rosie, varied depending on the choice of roast. Why his mother went to the trouble of choosing different joints defied comprehension. Rich loved and even preferred the dishes Rosie created with the remaining meat. Beef, lamb, pork, turkey. Never chicken. Never anything unusual, not even on the side. No one dared to call Rosie’s cooking plain…except for her roasts. She made them the way his mother insisted, which explained his dislike of traditional Sunday meals.
“The kitchen doesn’t need cooling down. Either choose something or close the door.”
Ruby’s tone
