A Baby for Mummy. Cathy Thacker Gillen

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      “Leftovers?”

      “I don’t really like leftovers.”

      “Me, neither.”

      “Or we could draw straws to go first and take turns by night,” she suggested. “That way everyone would have at least one night a week where their favorite meal was served.”

      The kids appeared to be thinking about this option.

      “Or I could try to put one thing that everyone likes in each menu. This might make for some odd combinations. Spaghetti and scones, for instance.”

      All the kids made faces.

      “Or we could do something a little less mundane,” Emily said, more or less making it up as she went. “We could try eating a lot of new dishes from around the world. Maybe make some of the foods that your mom might be eating in her travels. We could even ask her what her favorite dishes are from some of her favorite places and try that.”

      The kids looked receptive to that idea. Dan did not.

      “I think we should stick to the tried-and-true at first,” Dan said.

      The kids’ enthusiasm faded and they went silent.

      “If that means meat and potatoes, sounds good to me,” Walt said with a shrug.

      

      “SORRY ABOUT THAT,” Emily said a short time later as Dan walked her to her van. “I didn’t know you had a problem with international cuisine.”

      Normally Dan did not discuss his relationship with his ex-wife. Whatever went on between him and Brenda was between him and Brenda. But since Emily was going to be working so closely with his family, he figured she had a right to know. “I don’t encourage the kids to try and keep up with their globe-trotting mother.”

      Emily looked shocked. “Why not? Surely she has e-mail and phone service.”

      “She does. She’s just not good about using it for personal reasons. Sometimes weeks or months go by without a word from her.”

      “Ava knew where she was.”

      “Because Brenda put the two older kids on the listserve that alerts her colleagues to her whereabouts. Getting a mass e-mail every time your mother boards a plane is not the same as having personal contact with her.”

      Emily appeared to mull that over. “And the lack of personal contact upsets the kids.”

      “It’s always hard when a parent lets you down.”

      She nodded, for the moment really seeming to understand. Which in turn made Dan wonder what disappointments she had weathered in her life.

      “I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” she said finally.

      “Anyway,” he said, “Brenda is scheduled to come home between Christmas and New Year’s. Hopefully nothing will get in the way of that. Meanwhile, if we could just work on getting us on track to civilized family meals, I would appreciate it.”

      For the first time Emily looked uncertain. “I’m no miracle worker.”

      “You wouldn’t have known that last night.”

      “Well, just so you know, I’m not here to step in and cater to their every gastronomic whim.”

      Dan knew that what he’d asked of her was unusual. In his estimation, that unusualness was what had made that dinner so great. “The thing is, we’re not the kind of family who has servants waiting on us. I don’t want that kind of atmosphere for my kids.”

      Emily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Then what do you want?”

      “Have you ever taught a cooking class?”

      “Yes.”

      “Well, you know how, at the end of a cooking class, the chef usually sits down with the class to enjoy the food with the people she’s teaching? I’m interested in creating that same convivial mood for my family during the dinner hour. Unfortunately it’s something they’ve never really had. Even before the divorce, the meals at our house were always catch as catch can. So it’s going to be like working with a group of beginners.”

      Sensing she was a woman who liked thinking outside the box as much as he did, Dan continued, “The point is, I’m not asking you to make a meal and serve it to us in the formal dining room. I’m asking you to create a warm, relaxed atmosphere during the meal preparation, so the kids are free to come in and out and ask questions or just hang out if they want. And if they so choose, they can learn how to cook from you. During the meal, I want you to sit down and eat with us—the way you would if you were a family friend who’d come over to help out in a pinch.”

      Emily made a face. “But I’d still be an employee.”

      “Only technically. As far as the kids are concerned, you are a friend of my friends Grady and Alexis McCabe, and you’ve agreed to help us with dinner, using your skills as a personal chef and cooking instructor.” Just to be sure she knew he was serious, he named a salary that caused her eyes to widen. And still, he noted in disappointment, no sale…

      “While I appreciate your offer,” she said, “cooking at the same home day in and day out is not something I choose to do anymore.”

      “So you’ve worked for a single client before.”

      “For a few years, right after I left restaurant work. But I switched to catering small events in different venues because it was more my style.”

      Dan suddenly had the feeling she was holding back. Was Walt right? Was there more he should know about Emily before bringing her into his home? He decided it didn’t matter. He wanted peace in his family—now—and she was the only person who could deliver it.

      “Look, just give us a couple of weeks and get us through the Thanksgiving holiday,” he persuaded. They both knew she had no other work lined up. And this would give her an income while she regrouped.

      “Fine,” Emily said reluctantly. “But the first order of business is groceries. You need a lot of staples, Dan.”

      So he gathered. “You want to give me a list?”

      “Actually I’d like to do the shopping myself—unless you’re an ace at picking out produce and know the difference between baking soda and baking powder.”

      “They’re not the same?”

      Emily winced. “No. They are not.”

      Dan grinned at her comical expression. “When can you start?”

      “I can purchase groceries and fix dinner for you this evening.”

      Dan couldn’t think of a better way to spend his Saturday.

      “I don’t work Sundays,” Emily cautioned.

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