Stuff with one cup Caviar LeVasque, garnish with parsley and onion, arrange beautifully. *Caviar LeVasque is available at my website for a small fee only. —From Brilliance in the Kitchen, B. LeVasque “That Mr. Levaskew’s going to end up with his butcher’s knife buried smack in the middle of his back one of these days,” Doreen Muxworthy-Stoker predicted. “You mark my words.” “Well, it won’t be soon enough for me.” Meg Quilliam sat curled in the lounge chair farthest away from the outer deck of the gazebo and bit her thumb with a cross expression. Her sister, Quill, sat on that part of the deck that faced the waterfall tumbling into Hemlock Gorge. Doreen, their housekeeper, perched on the sturdy gazebo railing like a broody hen. Jackson Myles McHale, who was going to be two years old in less than a week, climbed up the shallow steps to the gazebo floor and climbed back down again. Quill kept a careful eye on her son and wriggled her bare toes in the soft moss that edged the decking.
