“I can cook!” Maria said eagerly. Her head spun. This was a dream come true! “I love making good food! Although,” she said, her voice faltering slightly, “my meals may be different than what americanos are used to.”
Rachel laughed. “Sarah is always trying out new recipes on Alex and myself,” she said, taking Maria's hand. Her skin was dry and feverishly warm, the fingers seeming to tremble slightly. “I think we can live with what you make for us. Although if you ask, you might find that Sarah is willing to teach you some of the recipes we're used to. And it would only be one meal a day, most times. We can take care of our own breakfast and lunch.
“What else?” she continued. “Oh. Right. If you like, you can move in, as well. Rent-free. There is a small apartment over the garage which we'v
