"Lillian's. How can I help you? "
The voice that answered the phone in the kitchen of the restaurant was young and male.
The sound of dishes and voices rang in the background.
" There is Lillian? Tell her that Ian is. "
The phone fell noisily on the working of steel and Ian stayed to listen to the voices of the cooks in the background, their conversations that slip between the sounds of knives slicing and water that flowed on dishes and vegetables .
Lillian took the line.
"Ian? What's happening? "
" He agreed to come to dinner with me. Now what do I do? "
" Cook, Ian. "
" I know, but what? "
" Well ... what do you feel for her? "
" It 's beautiful and intelligent e. .. "
"I mean," Lillian's voice sounded patient, "What do you want?"
"I want ..." Ian paused, then cleared his voice '.
"I would like with me for the rest of my life."
"So so food '."
The School of Essential Ingredients - Erica Bauermeister
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