When Eli and I walked in, we were immediately overwhelmed with the scents of freshly roasted meat, warm fall spices, and onion. Dinner was being made.
"It smells amazing in here," I commented to Eli, who was hanging his wet and snowy jacket on the coat rack.
"Yes, I can only imagine what they're cooking here, Ivy, give me your coat."
I handed Eli my thick wool trenchcoat and watched him place it neatly on the rack. We walked silently through the living room and into the kitchen area, where we were surprised to see two women in plain black shirts and jeans preparing food. One was an older woman in her mid-fifties who was carving an enormous turkey on a carving board near the sink. I noticed to the left in the dining room it appeared to be set up for a formal dinner.
Glancing back to th
