Chapter 12: ContrastsLydia Vivaldi and Edgar Rowdey struck most people who knew them, including themselves, as a strange pair. Even the tastes they shared didn't match. For instance, reading dessert menus. What with the Back End squeezing every item onto a small square of colored paper taped to the wall, Lydia favored lavish descriptions: Hand-churned Madagascar vanilla ice cream drenched in a lush double-fudge ganache sauce. Edgar favored the simple but ambiguous: Custard with seasonal berries.
Sea Fare's offerings for Early Birds disappointed them both.
Edgar was airing his complaints when Lydia's phone rang.
"Only in a geographic sense, if that. Indian pudding has nothing to do with the Wampanoags and everything to do with the English sweet tooth."
"I'll just see who this is, OK?"
