Chapter Fourteen
The guys have the new freezer installed and up and running in no time. They load the old freezer into the back of their truck, and I stand on the sidewalk watching as another piece of my father’s life rolls out of my life for good.
When I return to the kitchen, Cassie is grating coconut for the gizzada cakes and bobbing her head under her headphones. Anthony’s finishing his prep work, and Danielle’s in the pantry stocking supplies. After I wash my hands and don an apron, I grab a knife and a bowl of vegetables, and take a seat across from Anthony.
He looks toward the pantry then says quietly, “I hope you don’t mind Danielle being here. I told her we could reschedule the date, but she said she wanted to stop by. She ended up staying to help.”
“So, it was a date?” I ask,
