Out of the corner of her eye, Ella watched David jab his fork into a cauliflower and chew slowly. Her
gaze dropped to his thin, pale lips and pearl-white teeth—the mouth she knew so well and had kissed so
many times. She visualized him kissing another woman. For some reason the rival who appeared in her
mind’s eye was not David’s young secretary but a big-bosomed version of Susan Sarandon. Athletic and
confident, she showed off her breasts in a tight dress and wore high-heeled, knee-high red leather boots,
her
face shiny, almost iridescent with too much makeup. Ella imagined David
kissing this woman with
haste and hunger, not at all the way he chewed his cauliflower at the family table.
It was then and there, while having her
Culinary Artistry Made Plain and Easy dinner and imagining
the woman her husband
was having an affair with, that something inside Ella snapped.
She understood
with chilling clarity and calm that despite her inexperience and timidity,
one day she would abandon it
all: her kitchen, her dog, her children, her neighbors, her husband, her cookbooks and homemade-bread
recipes.… She would simply walk out into the world where dangerous things happened all the time.