Chapter 6
She forbid anyone in the kitchen save Henri. He stirred whatever she placed in front of him as long as he promised to keep his fingers out of it. Though, as she moved about the kitchen with the speed of a jolly spirit, Henri would catch her back turned to stoke the fires. It was then he could indulge. He’d casually let a thumb drop in the batter as he held the bowl’s rim steady. He’d churn till it sloshed up. Coated, he’d quickly pop his thumb into his mouth like a fresh cherry.