I made the house look as much like a welcoming home as I could. I cooked dinners that were flexible so they'd still be good regardless of when Karen got home. I did more cooking than I'd ever done in my entire life, and I decided I liked it. I took to baking in the late afternoons so that the house would always smell wonderful when Karen got home. I sent her to work each day with baked goods to share with the office. The third time I did it, Karen asked me about it. "It's no big deal," I said. "I thought you would like how the house smelled, that's all." She looked away and I thought maybe she was upset with me. "I should have asked. You may not have wanted me to spend the money on groceries. I can stop." "Madeline, it's a very sweet gesture. I hope you won't stop." She paused. "My grandmother used to make something. Have you heard of krumkake?" "I'd have to buy an iron for it," I told her, smiling. The next night she came home to fresh-baked krumkake.
