Tuesday evening, Lyn came home later than usual. The hotel had been busy, and her feet ached a little from standing all day.
"Welcome home," Linda called from the kitchen. "Look what I found at the market." On the counter sat a small paper bag, full of round brown chestnuts.
Lyn peeked inside and smiled. "For this weekend?" she asked, dropping her bag by the door.
"For this weekend," Linda agreed. "One more practice, just like we said. Then the cake will be perfect for John."
Star trotted over, sniffing at the paper bag with great interest. "Not for you, Star," Lyn laughed, scratching behind the dog's ears. "Chestnuts are not for dogs."
Pinkysan jumped up onto a kitchen chair and watched quietly, her green eyes following every chestnut as Linda rolled them gently across the counter.
"The leaves on the persimmon tree are turning orange already," said Linda, glancing out the window. "Autumn is moving fast this year."
"It is," said Lyn softly. She thought about the calendar on the wall, and the circle drawn around a Friday in November. Only a few weeks left now.
"Let's wash these tonight," Linda said, "so Saturday morning we can start right away."
Lyn nodded, rolling up her sleeves. Star lay down by the door, watching the two of them work, while Pinkysan curled up on the warm chair, half asleep but still close.
"Do you remember what went wrong last time?" Lyn asked, picking up a chestnut and turning it in her fingers.
"Not enough butter, and we rushed the oven," Linda said. "This time, we will be patient. Slow and careful, like Grandma used to say."
Lyn laughed. "Slow and careful. I will try to remember that, even when I am excited."
"You always get excited before guests come," Linda said, smiling as she filled a bowl with water for the chestnuts. "But that is a good thing. It means you care."
Outside, the evening air smelled faintly of fallen leaves. Inside, the kitchen smelled of chestnuts, and of a weekend everyone was looking forward to.
(To be continued)