Saturday morning arrived bright and cool, with golden light slanting through the kitchen window. Lyn woke up before her alarm, already thinking about the chestnuts waiting in a bowl on the counter.
"Listen up, team," she said, walking into the kitchen in her apron. Linda laughed and handed her a wooden spoon. "Someone is excited," she said. "Today we do it properly. More butter, and no rushing."
Star trotted in first, nose high in the air, and sat down in her usual spot by the oven, like a small, patient guard. Pinkysan jumped up onto a chair near the window, choosing to watch from a safe, warm distance.
Linda measured the butter carefully, a little more than last time, while Lyn peeled the chestnuts one by one. "Slow and careful," Lyn repeated softly, cutting each chestnut with more patience than before.
They mixed the batter together, taking turns stirring. "Not too fast," Linda reminded her, and Lyn slowed her hand. The kitchen filled with the sweet, warm smell of chestnuts and melting butter.
When the cake went into the oven, Star lay down right in front of it, as if guarding treasure. "You already did your job," Linda told her, scratching behind her ears. Star's tail thumped happily on the floor.
The wait felt long. Lyn wiped the counter, then wiped it again. Linda made tea, and they sat together, watching the oven light glow orange through the little window.
At last, the timer rang. Linda opened the oven door, and a rich, sweet smell filled the whole kitchen. The cake was golden brown, soft, and perfectly moist all the way through.
"We did it," Lyn whispered, almost afraid to believe it. Linda cut a small slice for each of them, and even Star got one tiny piece on a plate. Pinkysan sniffed the air with great interest.
They sat at the table and ate slowly, smiling at each other. "This is the one," Linda said. "This is what we give John in November." Lyn nodded, already picturing the autumn leaves at Nara Park.
Outside, the afternoon sun warmed the garden, and the persimmon tree glowed orange in the light. Inside, the kitchen smelled like chestnuts, butter, and a job finally done well.
(To be continued)