Barbara's gaze fell to her plate. Beside her, Howard had curiously ordered a salad, and in front of her, Rose was eating as she'd seen Howard eat on a few occasions. She didn't feel right looking at either one, at least, not intently.

The first few bites of the Sheppard's pie were heaven, and Barbara slowed to savor the taste. It had been so long since she'd had it, simply because she hadn't had time to make it.

"Howard, did you tell Rose what a fantastic wedding planner you are?" she asked when the silence between them was reaching the limit of its comfort.