He settled into the huge recliner and raised the footstool. Mentally crossing his fingers, he unzipped the cooler.
Oh, God! Tandoori chicken and saffron rice. Even cold, the aroma of ginger and garlic and char-grilled meat engulfed him. He dove into it. Moaning with delight, he scooped up the rice with his fingers, savoring each grain of the perfectly spiced dish. He finished minutes later with the dessert of escalloped Fuji apples rich with cloves and cinnamon. He sighed in satisfaction, belched, and relaxed in the chair. Best meal he’d had in years. Maybe ever. And it hadn’t come from any restaurant. It was home-cooked for sure. The new neighbor was a man Riley just had to get to know.