Lake:
About an hour and half a bottle of wine later, my mother returned to the table. Her apron was off her body and her hair was woven into a neat french plait at the back of her head. Shimmering beads of sweat rested on her forehead, I took note of them when she lowered herself to place the food on the table.
I looked into the plate to find a steaming delicacy of curry rice and two magnificent grilled and peppered turkey laps. It was absolutely sensational. I found myself salivating, drooling, even when I had not known I was hungry. The meal pleased River as well, both our stomachs cried out for it.
She placed a glass of cold orange juice by my side and bottle of water. She pushed the wine away, saying something about how too much alcohol was not good for my health, especially as I
