Chapter 20The apartment was still filled with the smell of burnt Monterey Jack cheese. A pall of gray smoke hung near the ceiling in the kitchen. He’ll understand, Anne thought, picking away some of the blackened cheese, Nick will understand why my mind wasn’t on cooking after I tell him about the journals. She lifted the fluted white casserole dish and took it to the waste can. With a serving spoon she emptied the casserole into the trash. She had just put the dish in the sink when the buzzer sounded.
All through the day she had tried not to think about what she had read in Joe’s journals. She had spent the day doing things: laundry, dusting, vacuuming, washing windows and mirrors. The casserole she had tried to make for dinner this evening was the most complicated recipe in her vegetari
