It’s too isolated. No one’s here.” David is in his car. At the bottom of a steep, tree-lined driveway. He’s leaning out of the driver’s-side window. Calling to Livvi, asking: “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait with you?”“I’m fine, go!” The words come out sounding clipped and rude—not the way...
Its exterior: a mirror-smooth mocha frosting dusted with scatterings of hazelnuts. The interior: four towering layers, each separated by silken bands of cream laced with brandied cherries. Caroline had placed this majestic creation on a cut-glass cake stand that had belonged to Robert’s mother. N...