Chapter Thirty-Six
SYLVIE“This is not too bad, mon!” I tell Holt with a grin after taking my first bite of our jointly prepared goat. “You must have had a pretty good teacher, yeah?”
“Yeah, I did,” he agrees with another rare chuckle.
“You should try beef patties next,” I tell him. “Those are easier for people who need recipes. More like baking.”
“Those are the things you used to make with the dough. Like Jamaican empanadas, right?”
“Right,” I say, not surprised he remembers. I used to make a batch in the evenings before bed and find them gone by the time I got home from work. Beef patties are perfect for a guy with a semi-permanent case of the munchies. “Though my Aunt Judith calls empanadas ‘Mexican beef patties,’ so…”
The conversation continues like that. Easy breezy until it is t
