Chapter 14: The Taste
“Is that guy here again?” Jack asked Maisie when she swept into his room and began straightening up. Maisie paused, then continued putting magazines that had been tossed on the floor into the cupboard portion of Jack’s nightstand.
She straightened up. “What guy?”
“The one you wanted to cook for me.”
“Yes, he’s in the kitchen. Cooking for you.” With a load of clothes under her arm, Maisie moved to the window to raise the blind.
“I thought he wasn’t coming back.”
Maisie turned toward him. To Jack, she looked younger somehow. Was she wearing some kind of new war paint on her face? Had she lost a few pounds? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something different.
“Well, he’s back.” She sat down on the edge of his bed and, annoyingly, picked up th
