TWENTY-FOUR
"I think I've eaten too much," Audra groaned, letting her fork clatter to her plate. "But it was so good!"
"Best Christmas lunch I've had in a long time," Shelley agreed. "Of course, last year I had to cook, which was a disaster from the beginning."
"What happened?" Audra asked.
Shelley laughed. "I got into the kitchen. Some people are amazing cooks, and I take my hat off to them. Some of us...are better kept out of the kitchen. Right, Lesley?" she shouted at a woman in chef's whites.
Lesley wagged a finger at Shelley. "You're not volunteering to be a kitchenhand again, are you? You'll have Carl chasing you out with a frying pan, if you so much as set foot inside my kitchen." Lesley nodded to Audra. "You're fine, though. You don't burn the broccoli, pour a week's worth o
