Byron
I found Bella in the kitchen. She often gravitated there to help Hailey when she had nothing to do in the house. Hailey raved about her skills in the kitchen. “This girl should be a chef,” Hailey said as she peaked in the oven. “She has more recipes memorized in her head than I have in all my cook books.”
The air was heavy and fragrant with exotic spices. “What are we cooking tonight,” I said, snooping around the stove to peak in the pots.
Bella swatted my hand away as I attempted to lift the lid from the large stock pot. “Don’t touch, you’ll ruin the rice,” she scolded. “We’re having East African Pilau, with beef. And Hailey is making apple pies for dessert.”
“Mmmm,” I grabbed her around the waste and pulled her close to me, “You know what they say about cinnamon, d
