Epilogue
Karlee was on her way, and Seth could barely contain himself. He walked around the new space, admiring the new prep stations, the latest All-Clad Stainless Steel cookware waiting to be used for the first time, the Calphalon utensils resting neatly in their caddies, and the just-hung paintings covering the walls.
Seth had found a local artist when he and Chris had attended a Farmer’s Market a couple of cities over. Each canvas depicted either a fruit, a vegetable, or a variety of ingredients, and the vivid colors popped against the freshly painted yellow walls.
He and Chris liked the artist so much they’d hired him to paint a small mural of a garden on the far wall, with Karlee’s Kitchen Essentials written across the top in green lettering. Underneath that, they’d had Blue Berge
