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Autumn grabbed her purse as they followed the waiter, a route they had taken thousands of times over their lives. Time had modernized the decor, but pockets of memories still assailed him. The time he and Autumn had snuck their first sips of liquor behind the bar at his dad’s fiftieth birthday party. The time he and Autumn played waiter to an empty dining room—that had always been Robert’s dream job as a small child. When he grew up, he either wanted to become a chef like his father and grandfather or wait tables in this very restaurant. That dream ended when Robert fumbled a tray filled with empty dishes right outside the kitchen door.

Paulie had given him strict instructions not to play with anything breakable. He hadn’t listened. The dishes crashed to the floor, and Paulie started yelling from deep inside the kitchen. He came barreling through the swinging door and stopped short when he saw Robert there with big tears welling in his eyes. Paulie’s face softened even as his daddy’s face held a pointed anger as he came into the dining room right behind Paulie.

His grandfather scooted him away, taking him off toward the back, far away from the trouble he deserved to be in. Paulie told him that night he should start another dream and stick with the sciences where he excelled in school. Maybe that was his first inclination of a career in medicine. Paulie had also taught him to cook, not dashing all his hopes for the future.

Autumn reached for him as they started through that same swinging door. He almost didn’t take her hand, so tired of all the attention his down feelings had created, but he realized, this one wasn’t for him. Her red-rimmed eyes looked back at him and held his for a moment. Clearly, she was reliving her special memories just as he was. He took her hand, letting his thumb brush across hers as they stepped inside a kitchen that instantly jolted him back in time.

The hustle and bustle of the busy staff felt and sounded the same. The frantic scurry to achieve the perfect dish each and every time was still first and foremost at La Bella Luna. Nothing had really changed, even the feeling of pressing tightly against the wall to try and stay out of everyone’s way as they rushed about. The excitement he felt every time he entered this kitchen still held true today.

“Take a look around,” Rodney said, moving past them into the kitchen.

The voice in this kitchen wasn’t booming or gruff like Paulie’s had been, but it was assertive, robust, and young. A woman, who commanded the kitchen with a mix of English and Italian.

“Look up.” They lifted their eyes to see a picture of Paulie, his spoon raised, his white toque, his chef’s hat, crumpled in his fist at his hip, his face masked with that scowl that made the smallish man seem ten feet tall. Robert immediately laughed. He remembered the look well. What a mood-lifter