Wednesday Letters and Wedding Letters 2-in-1 eBook Bundle by Jason F. Wright

Author:Jason F. Wright [Wright, Jason F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Inspiration
Publisher: Deseret Book Company
Published: 2014-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

“That was the best sandwich I think I’ve ever had.” Rachel wiped her mouth and placed the green cotton napkin on the matching place mat next to her plate.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

“No, I’m serious, Mrs. Cooper, that was really delicious. Is it the bread?”

The I told you so look Rain launched at her husband couldn’t have been any louder if she’d screamed the words through a bullhorn. “Spot on, Rachel. It’s all about the bread. A ham and Swiss sandwich is a ham and Swiss sandwich. Not a great deal of mystery to that. And, of course, the vegetables are fresh and both the ham and cheese come from the valley, but the bread is what makes it a sandwich, and I make the bread right here.”

Malcolm snorted, but Rain continued, undeterred. “Our neighbor on that next hill, A&P, she taught me how to make bread twenty years ago, maybe longer, and we just get better and better with every loaf.”

Malcolm snorted again, much louder for effect, and Rachel raised her hands. “What am I missing here?”

“Not a thing, sweetheart. My husband here has no taste buds. None. Doesn’t matter how much I insist one loaf or one recipe is different from another, he can’t taste the difference between my homemade seven-grain and a loaf of Wonder Bread. My painstakingly honed baking skills are completely lost on him.”

“And you?” Rachel gave Noah a playful elbow in the seat next to her.

“Not me. I must have been born with an extra batch of good taste. I can seriously taste Mom’s bread before she’s even baked it. Sometimes she sends me pictures of a steaming hot loaf right out of the oven. Anything to persuade me to come home, right, Mom?”

“That’s my boy,” Rain said, blowing him a kiss across the table.

Malcolm stood and began clearing plates. “Oh, give me a break. I may not be able to taste like Julia Child over there, or what’s his name, Emeril the Chef Dog Whisperer, but I can smell like a hound dog, and it’s starting to smell like you-know-what in here.”

“Malcolm Cooper! We’ve got company.”

He reached down and took Rachel’s plate. “We are who we are, right, Rachel?”

“Wouldn’t want to meet you any other way.” She grinned.

After each enjoyed a caramel-walnut brownie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream, Malcolm again cleared the table, kissed Rain on the top of her head, and invited Noah to join him on a trip to town. “Be gone an hour. Hitting Tractor Supply, post office, Four-Star Printing.”

Rain and Rachel waved approving good-byes as the front door shut. The women chatted about food, place settings, and chocolate as they did the dishes side-by-side. Fifteen minutes later they settled into the living room. Rain sat in a small chair she used for reading and Rachel sat in the oversized black recliner.

Rachel eyed a large, leather-bound binder on the coffee table. “Pictures?” she asked.

“Letters actually. Help yourself.”

Rachel leaned forward, picked up the heavy book and slid back into her soft chair.

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