Not that she’d really minded, of course. Oliver had parlayed his kiss into the wonderful dinner of mussels, a trip to the movies on Thursday that was mostly about making out in the dark, an afternoon of gardening the following Monday, a “field trip” to the Culinary Institute of America on Wednesday, and another jaunt to the Union Square farmer’s market on Saturday. “It’s June,” he said. “Endless New Jersey blueberries and maybe even some strawberries. If we’re lucky.” “Okay,” she said. “Tonight is very important to me.” Oliver nodded, as though he was hearing this for the first time, when in fact Gus had been talking about Aimee and Sabrina arriving for days now. She’d spoken several times with her daughters since the retreat but had taken care to tread lightly, asking questions when warranted but trying not to push. Individually, she had asked them to come up to the house and stay the night before Sunday’s show, which would be the first time since the retreat that Eat Drink and Be would air.