“There’s green stuff in it.” “Green beans. Eat them,” she ordered playfully, lighting one of my cedar-scented candles with a matchstick. “You should know that green stuff is good for you, given your fatherly duties and all.” I scowled. I hated green beans. But since they were one of the few vegetables Tara loved, I kept my freezer stocked with those frozen vegetable medleys mixed with carrots and corn.
