Chapter 14Dinner at Boone’s was nothing short of spectacular.
There wasn’t an inch of spare surface on the table. Kenya had laid out the entire African continent atop it, and as I was encouraged to smell, touch, and taste the numerous dishes, my tongue came alive, as though my taste buds had been shaken out of their slumber. Kenya, who is a nurse, is a wonderful hostess and a tender woman, but she is also sharp-tongued and quick-witted. Her sense of humor is dryer than sandpaper, and she can dish out one liners that would put Dennis Miller to shame. On many occasions, she caused near death experiences for her guests, as we choked on her delicious food.
The glasses were never allowed to empty, and by the main course, I was completely intoxicated. Part of that wonderful nirvana of the sens
