The next morning, Alex hobbled into the kitchen. Rachel and his mom were huddled around the kitchen bar with the TV news on quietly. Alex had a flashback to the morning of his accident, which seemed like ages ago.
“Good morning to my two favorite girls,” he said.
Rachel looked up. “Oh, Dad, I have an idea for us.”
Alex smiled. “What is it?”
“I was riding home on the bus yesterday, talking with one of my friends. I told her how much we enjoyed cooking together and how we wanted to do even more. Well, she’s the one who had the idea. She and her dad are involved right here in Pittsburgh in the Urban Kitchen Project. It sounds perfect for us.”
Alex poured his tea and sat down next to Rachel and his mother. “What is it?”