Book Eight: Chapter 57

Mike took a deep breath, then let it out. It was clear that Sofia would bring up today’s issue when she was ready. “So what are we making with borscht?”

“Bread,” she replied. “Well, not us. There’s a wonderful bakery in France that makes a delightful black bread that will pair nicely with this.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Mike concentrated on peeling the beet. While his own danger sense might prevent him from slicing his hands, he definitely didn’t have Sofia’s precision or culinary technique. That, and slicing the tip of his finger off wasn’t exactly life threatening. The two of them became quiet as they peeled and chopped veggies, then tossed them into a large pot. It was almost an hour of reserved silence, but he could feel Sofia relax as she did it.

They were near the end of their meal prep when Sofia turned toward him. “So I read through the journal last night,” she said.

“And?” Mike looked at her expectantly. “What are we dealing with?

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