She felt better than she had in a long time. She had awakened from her blackout thinking she would be dead and in hell. However, she was still here. So, she had decided to cook. Her kitchen was the ultimate of any cook’s dream. Copper and stainless steel pans hung from the rafters. The smell of fresh vegetables permeated the kitchen with a warm aroma from the soup Evelyn was cooking. She was baking warm fresh bread as well as homemade cookies. Cooking sometimes provided therapy for her soul. She enjoyed baking from scratch. There were four range tops and three ovens as well as a modernized counter, which sat in the middle of the kitchen. A stone hearth fireplace was situated in the corner. In front of the fireplace was a couch piled high with downy soft pillows that faced a three-hundred-year-old chintz-covered table. The table was littered with magazines of every sort. The kitchen was the only room in the house that had been modernized. Although Evelyn didn’t entertain, she was a great fan of atmosphere.
