dressed.
By the time Graham and Theo were ready to leave, I was exhausted.
Still, I felt proud of what I’d accomplished.
The turkey was beautifully browned.
Its skin was golden.
And the aroma filled our entire kitchen.
I honestly believed I’d done a wonderful job.
Then we arrived at the Hendricks’ house.
Renee immediately called it dry.
Graham was busy opening a bottle of wine, apparently unaware that anything unpleasant had happened.
I tried to ignore the comment.
Ten minutes later, Brenda entered the kitchen.
She approached the counter,
