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Who Ordered the Oysters?
Émile and his white-and-green-clad crew are just as efficient as I knew they would be—and by the looks on our new residents’ faces as they bite into their meals, worth every penny, even if Kelly almost blew an aneurysm when she saw the budget for tonight. The weather has cooperated brilliantly—as if the mental memo I sent the weather gods was received and approved. It’s a bit chilly, as per usual for a mid-May evening in British Columbia, but the blue sky stretches endlessly, floating into a purplish-blue, the first stars flickering as the sun exits stage west.
The insanely fresh air carries a mix of aromas from the culinary masterpieces before us and the woodsy scent from the newly built picnic tables (wood sourced from Thalia Island herself!), covered i
