They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

everything with exacting precision; I threw in handfuls until it smelled right. Somehow, the results were perfect.

At one point, standing in my kitchen with flour on my hands, I realized I was smiling. A real one, not the polite sort I keep in reserve for company. It startled me so much I dropped the spoon.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “I continue reading …