“But if Jake had thought she wouldn’t be able to cope, he was wrong. She found books on hostessing and other books on estate management. She took advantage of Jake’s first overseas trip to start taking the reins of the household in hand. She hired a cook—not a French chef, but a kindly retired lady with an exquisite repertoire of home cookery—and a housekeeper and a maid. She employed a gardener. She went shopping for just the right clothes and had her hair done by an expert. The only concession... she didn’t make was to give up her glasses—she kept them, because after so many years, they felt like part of her. “Mr. MacFaber is due home today, isn’t he, Mrs. MacFaber?” Mrs. Candles, the cook, asked. “What shall I make?” “Chicken crepes,” she said instantly. “He loves those. And a potato casserole, asparagus, and a small caramel pudding for desert,” Maureen told her with a smile. “That should satisfy his hunger for French cuisine and mine for American. Oh, and could you make a big chef’s salad as well?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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