Healer's Touch
“The boy was crimping pastry with the back end of a knife, his face furrowed in the intense, single-minded concentration typical of young children. He didn’t even notice when they walked in.
“Rory’s helping me make tarts,” said Aurora.
“I hope he hasn’t been any trouble,” said Isolda.
“Oh, no, he’s an excellent helper.”
“Mom, I’m good at this,” said Rory, adding a final crimp to his tart.
The room smelled heavenly. Marius looked to the windowsill and saw that an earlier batch of tarts had alread...y been baked.
“Carrot and potato,” said Aurora, pointing at the first row. “Chicken and mushroom. Apple. Careful, they’re hot.”
Marius offered Isolda first choice. When she hesitated, he realized that she was probably planning to eat sparingly out of some misplaced concern that she and her son were eating too much of his food. Therefore, he stepped in and loaded a plate for her, placing one of each variety of tart on it, and assembled identical plates for himself and Rory.MoreLess
“Rory’s helping me make tarts,” said Aurora.
“I hope he hasn’t been any trouble,” said Isolda.
“Oh, no, he’s an excellent helper.”
“Mom, I’m good at this,” said Rory, adding a final crimp to his tart.
The room smelled heavenly. Marius looked to the windowsill and saw that an earlier batch of tarts had alread...y been baked.
“Carrot and potato,” said Aurora, pointing at the first row. “Chicken and mushroom. Apple. Careful, they’re hot.”
Marius offered Isolda first choice. When she hesitated, he realized that she was probably planning to eat sparingly out of some misplaced concern that she and her son were eating too much of his food. Therefore, he stepped in and loaded a plate for her, placing one of each variety of tart on it, and assembled identical plates for himself and Rory.MoreLess
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