As we walked up the pathway,
a gust of wind caught some leaves
and sent them spinning into the air.
William covered his face like they might
scratch. Mrs Eames stood hulking in the
doorway. A fabulous aroma wafted into
our noses. Suddenly I realized I was
ravenous. Poor William was positively
salivating. Mrs Eames hurried us inside,
to get it hot. For a marvellous moment
all my grief was forgotten.