I don’t know why I didn’t immediately go to find the book that had helped Maggie find her peace. Perhaps part of me wanted to keep the idea of a solution to everything out of my reach. After all, who wanted everything easy? I’d woken way too early for Jason to have emerged from his side of the bed. He remained all wrapped up in the quilt, only his tousled dark hair and the lump his body made evidence that he was in there at all. Deciding I needed tea or coffee, I took the recipe book and sat in one of the comfy sofas in the corner by the coffee machine. This time instead of flicking through the book, I carefully examined each page. Someone else’s hand, not Maggie’s, had taken each recipe and added notes like Maggie had done, and not for the first time, I wondered how old this book was—years older than Maggie by the looks of it. Even though I knew that it was American in origin, it still made me smile to see the odd way of measuring things with cups of this and cups of that.
What do You think about For A Rainy Afternoon (2015)?
