Reading his face is a lot like cooking a curry--I've done it so many times I no longer need the recipe. In this case it was the way his maple cheeks lengthened ever so slightly, questioning, while his bushy black brows knit the two sides of his face shut, already knowing the answer. There was no going back to the ease of bland existence. I didn't answer; there was no need. I turned away and continued pounding the cloves, star anise, turmeric.......and added an extra teaspoon of coriander.
