Chapter 9The financing was taking time and after a week, Jane sounded as if she was going to go mad.
Unable to wait—he was as impatient as Jane was—they began surreptitious repairs. That next Saturday, still wearing the goddamn knee brace, he tore apart the kitchen closet and rebuilt it as a proper pantry. It wasn’t large enough for them to christen it properly, but they decided that—after shedding his toolbelt—up against the pantry door counted.
Jane stocked the shelves with food that told him they were both in trouble. His skill set included how to use the heater on a Meal Ready to Eat and not much more. She could cook pasta and dump jarred spaghetti sauce on it. A brief consultation with Bridget and he added a basic cookbook to the pantry shelf and a small gas grill to the front deck.
