Chapter 6

“It’s bittersweet,” Del finally said, after blowing his nose. “Trim was…”

“Yeah, I know Delly.” And she did know, she’d been part of the process when he’d been figuring out the menu, digging archives and family cookbooks for things he might’ve missed in the first ten times he’d done it over the years.

Del cleared his throat. “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll give Paul a call, let him know Clyde is poaching.”

“All right. You hang in there, Del. Love you.”

“Love you too. Tell the family I said hi.”

They ended the call and Del got up to get himself a glass of lime-mint water from the fridge. He didn’t drink these days, but he’d once loved mojitos and well, sometimes it was all about the little pleasures.

He wandered to his office in the back of the house with his drink and cell phone, and sat down heavily. He felt old suddenly. Instead of dwelling on it, he called his lawyer.

Paul Winters answered almost immediately. “Del, hi.”

“Hey, Paul. Guess what?”