CHAPTER 17
Everything is under control in the kitchen. The lasagne is bubbling away in the lower oven, there are triple cooked chips in the top oven. I’ve made a family sized salad and am just in the process of slicing crusty bread when the bell rings for the second time. I put down the bread knife and hurry to the front door. Aunt Josie is half hidden beneath a polka dot umbrella.
“Hi Lou,” she shakes the raindrops off before wiping her feet on the mat.
“Hi,” I return, “come on in out of the wet.” I hold the door ajar and usher her inside. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Famished. What’s on the menu this evening?”
“The biggest lasagne you’ve possibly seen.” She follows me back into the kitchen.
“It smells lovely in here,” Aunt Josie takes off her coat and hangs it on the pantry doo
