Chapter 1I came home from work and sniffed the air in anticipation. Alice Wainwright, the woman who had been with us even before I’d married Jill, my second wife, was one of the best cooks it had been my pleasure to know.
“Honey, I’m home,” I sang out. As long as we’d been married, Jill still loved to hear me say those silly words, and laughed as she had the first time.
“I’m in the kitchen, darling Jack.”
I found her in the room I’d remodeled with a gourmet cook in mind. It had a warming drawer, a pot filler over the six-burner range, two ovens, dual dishwashers, an appliance garage, and more cabinet space than the average housewife or househusband could dream of.
“JR and Marti have already eaten—Alice made them burgers and fries before she had to leave—and are doing their homework.” S
