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92 SNOWBOUND John dumped burgundy wine into the sauce with a free hand, then poured oregano into his palm and added it. “You didn’t even have to measure?” she asked, sounding indignant. “Practice.” He stirred in thyme and basil and sniffed experimentally. “Shall I cut up the tomatoes?” Fiona asked, waving her knife at the row of large cans. “We can both work on those.” She used a fork to set several tomatoes from the first can onto her cutting board. Then her head came up. “It occurs to me that it’s been awfully quiet out there.” He remembered the incredible smells coming from the kitchen on holidays when he was a kid, and his remarkable ability to resist them. “They don’t want to be put to work.” She laughed and resumed dicing. “You’re right. They’re not crazy about this whole KP thing.” “Are their families rich enough that they have housekeepers?” He didn’t care, but wanted to keep her talking. “Oh, probably. Certainly someone to clean. I doubt any one of them has ever scrubbed a toilet bowl.” “Why did you choose the private school then?” “I started in a public school. That’s where I did my student teaching. But it can be frustrating. The classes are too big. Lots of the kids need help they don’t get. The advanced placement classes go to teachers with seniority. I saw the ad, and was attracted to the idea of a smaller school and a closer relationship with the students. This is only my second year, but I’ve been really happy at Willamette Prep.”
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 93 He nodded. “We’re done,” she said in surprise, looking around. “It smells fabulous already. Are we planning a vegetable?” “Maybe not tonight. I can heat some garlic bread.” He kept loaves in one of the freezers. “O-oh. That sounds good.” “I’ll make a cobbler for dessert. I have blackberries, huckleberries…” “Really?” She looked at him as if he’d offered her a sleigh ride behind white ponies with silver bells on their harnesses. “I love huckleberries!” This laugh came more easily. “You’re easy to please.” “That’s not what my mom says. She thinks I’m picky.” He lifted his brows. “About food, or men?” “Both.” She set the cutting boards in the sink along with the paring knives, and began wiping the counter. “Your turn. I’ve bared my soul, and I don’t know anything about you.” “You know I was in the National Guard and went to Iraq.” And was wounded. “Yes, but besides that.” A wave of the sponge dismissed the transforming events of his life. “Are your parents still married? What do they think about you buying the lodge?” “Yes. They’re still married. I can’t imagine them fighting.” He thought about that. “My mother, maybe. But Dad is the strong, silent type. He nods to whatever she says. She was always telling us kids, ‘your father says…’ Or, ‘your father thinks…’ We didn’t believe her. We knew he must think something, but we were pretty sure he never told anyone what that was.”
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92 SNOWBOUND<br />
John dumped burgundy wine into the sauce with a free<br />
hand, then poured oregano into his palm and added it.<br />
“You didn’t even have to measure?” she asked,<br />
sounding indignant.<br />
“Practice.” He stirred in thyme and basil and sniffed<br />
experimentally.<br />
“Shall I cut up the tomatoes?” Fiona asked, waving<br />
her knife at the row of large cans.<br />
“We can both work on those.”<br />
She used a fork to set several tomatoes from the first<br />
can onto her cutting board. Then her head came up. “It<br />
occurs to me that it’s been awfully quiet out there.”<br />
He remembered the incredible smells <strong>com</strong>ing from<br />
the kitchen on holidays when he was a kid, and his remarkable<br />
ability to resist them. “They don’t want to be<br />
put to work.”<br />
She laughed and resumed dicing. “You’re right.<br />
They’re not crazy about this whole KP thing.”<br />
“Are their families rich enough that they have housekeepers?”<br />
He didn’t care, but wanted to keep her talking.<br />
“Oh, probably. Certainly someone to clean. I doubt<br />
any one of them has ever scrubbed a toilet bowl.”<br />
“Why did you choose the private school then?”<br />
“I started in a public school. That’s where I did my<br />
student teaching. But it can be frustrating. The classes<br />
are too big. Lots of the kids need help they don’t get.<br />
The advanced placement classes go to teachers with<br />
seniority. I saw the ad, and was attracted to the idea of<br />
a smaller school and a closer relationship with the<br />
students. This is only my second year, but I’ve been<br />
really happy at Willamette Prep.”