Chapter 28
Walking up to the front door, Dale knocked. There was no response for a couple of minutes. He glanced at Riadh, an eyebrow raised. Finally the door opened. Summer wore an ankle length skirt and a T-shirt. An interesting scent wafted out from the open doorway, something fruity, maybe orange?
“Come in. I was in the middle of grating peels.” Summer beckoned them in.
They followed her into the kitchen at the back of the house. There was a big plate of dried orange peels and a metal grater on the table over the top of a bowl. The counter held some more bowls, as well as a mortar and pestle.
“What are you making?” Dale asked.
“Cinnamon orange incense. It’s my business. Summer’s incense. I make a few dozen scents on a regular basis and you can custom order just about anything,” she said. “Did you think I just sat around all day admiring the artwork?”
“I wasn’t sure what you did,” Dale admitted.