Chapter 47

“In that case, I don’t think we’ll have time to defrost them in the fridge.”

He held out his hand for the fish. “Do your uncles have plastic storage bags?”

I knew how he planned to thaw the fillets. He’d put them in a storage bag and place the bag in a bowl of cold water. “There should be some in the pantry,” I told him. I went to a cabinet, took out a couple of bowls, and set one aside for him.

I put the bowl I planned to use on the other end of the counter, then gathered the spices I’d need from the spice rack. The olive oil I’d also require was on an open shelf beside the cooktop.

“Do we have to have a salad with this?” Val asked as he filled the bowl with cold water, then put the storage bag containing the fillets into the bowl.

“Paul’s going to want you to have greens, isn’t he?” My uncles had double ovens, and I preheated both of them, one for the fish and the other for the French bread.