Phoenix
I deliberately sat up in the living room to wait for Robyn to come home from her karate class. I would have liked to have joined the class myself, but I got snarled up in a late meeting and didn’t get home until almost 7:30. So I reheated some leftovers from the dinner that Denise had made, and sat down on the couch with the remote to enjoy the meal and watch a little news.
Denise was actually a pretty good cook, I had to admit. I don’t know what the name of the dish was, but it was some kind of rice casserole with vegetables and chunks of chicken in a thick, creamy sauce. She had made a batch of homemade rolls to go with it. That was pretty impressive since she also held down a full-time job.
I couldn’t help but notice, however, that she never attempted to cook anything th
