“Are you going to help or…?” Chastened, I opened drawer after drawer and felt around for the tome, fishing unashamedly through Mari’s unmentionables. The two texts I found sandwiched between all the dainty lace were both recipe books. One was entirely about pies. I was honored to be this woman’s friend. I waggled the books at her. “I need to understand the organizational choices that were made here.”
