“Look, snow,” said Kiko as he hoisted Rachel up into his arms and pointed out the window. “It’s really coming down now. We’ll have to make snow people tomorrow.”
“It really smells good in here now,” said Dom, snagging a pan dulce from the box of baked goods Kiko and Gaby’s mother had sent. “These’re really good.”
“Going to help cook or are you planning to get in the way and eat everything?” asked Kiko, setting his niece down again. His roast was nearly ready and Gaby was boiling potatoes in a pot of salted water to prepare them for mashing. He figured he ought to get started on the bacon wrapped green beans and the pickle bacon pinwheels.
“I can set the table,” said Dom. “Help you determine if the food’s done. Sample the wine.”
Nathan ran up, holding the orange and white mask over his
