One accordion-folding mistake, and the whole would be ruined, she thought as she opened a takeout bag from the French cafe on the corner and placed a salad of mixed greens, honey-roasted pecans, pear slices, and gorgonzola dressing into a gold-trimmed French porcelain bowl, which she had put into the dishwasher more times than advised.
The scenes themselves appeared to be a childhood progression, and they had the aura of the off-kilter photos Caydance herself had taken as a child in the 1960s. She removed a slice of Quiche Lorraine from a box in the take-out bag and set it on a matching plate beside the salad. Take-out quiche could be chancy, but pie crust making was not a process at which she herself excelled, and Quiche Lorraine from her local French cafe was always reliably fantastic.