Chapter 40

“Shepherd’s pie, the way my mother used to do it. I’m sure she made it up off the top of her head, but it’s good, and easy.”

“Easy being the operative word?” Jim asked.

“Well, duh. I’m not a master chef by a long shot. It’s almost ready. I just have to sprinkle cheese on top.” Alan opened the oven door, pulled out the shelf holding the casserole, and dusted the top with shaved cheddar cheese.

“We seem to go in for one dish meals,” Jim said.

Looking innocent, Alan replied, “Of course. Why dirty more dishes than necessary.”

“A man after my own heart.” He took his and Alan’s coffees into the living room, setting them at their places on the table, while Alan got the casserole, bringing it in to set on the hotpad

“Excellent,” Jim said a moment later, after serving himself then taking a taste. “My compliments to the chef.”