Chapter 11
Fergie came into the restaurant with laptop in hand, moved a couple tables together, and sat down, looking every bit in command. It was getting late, and the lunch crowd was thinning. Seniors were ordering carry-out for their evening meal—the wonders of microwaves. Another wonder emerged as Zoe brought out what they called Fergie’s Bible. An ancient loose-leaf notebook with yellowed and new pages, probably a good three inches thick. It was the repository of all that made the restaurant hum: the recipes. Ethan stood in shock.
Fergie looked at his daughter. “You joining us?”
“Do I really have a choice? I’ll just alienate you and Ethan, and I really don’t need a lecture from Sadie again.” Zoe sighed as she sat down.
“Sadie?” Ethan put out four coffee mugs.
“After all that hugg
