The ingredients for the pasta were lined up along the counter, neatly sliced and diced and ready to go. Two of her pretty Japanese glazed bowls sat to one side, waiting to be filled. In the living room beyond, the table was set with cloth napkins and shiny cutlery.
“Is there someone coming Mommy?” asked Artemis as she took a piece of carrot and popped it in her mouth.
“Yes baby. The man in our neighbourhood who helped Mommy the night of the storm. He will be coming for dinner along with Strudel,” said Cassandra as she was not thinking about Artemis right now.
The last thing she wanted to do right now was entertain a virtual stranger. The thought of smiling and making small talk with Samael when the rug had been pulled from beneath her life made her want to drop her head back and wail li
