"When did you arrive?"
"A little over an hour ago. Come assist me in the kitchen."
"What are you cooking?" Kyla dropped her purse on the island and pulled off her shoes.
"Callaloo, macaroni pie, rice, fish, potato salad, stewed pigeon peas, and chicken pelau." he smiled. "I had it on the trip, and it was divine. Since I couldn't save some for you, I decided to recreate the experience at home."
"Sounds good. Do you have the recipe?"
"Yes, I do. Come."
She followed her grandfather through rooms with dark wood and built-in cabinets. The farther they traveled from the front room, the warmer and more humid the rooms became. By the time she reached the kitchen, she was wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. The window A/C unit in the kitchen whined and rattled but couldn't put out enough cool air to make the place comfortable.
