We returned to our food prep. We made a good team in the kitchen. Frank moved easily around me, knowing when to duck out of my way and when to jump in and lend me a hand. There was an unspoken choreography to it. Not many people have an innate sense of how to move in a busy kitchen, like having a sense of rhythm or perfect pitch. We spent a couple of hours in there, sometimes chatting like old times, other times focused on the task before us, sharing a comfortable silence.
You don't get many friends like that in life.
