“Are you looking close to his architecture office?”

Vanessa gave a shake of her head.

She picked up a slice of lemon and sniffed the rind.

“We want something with more land,” she said.

“Something out toward Belle Meade, for good.”

“That’s a very expensive area for a young couple,” I said.

The copper kettle started to whistle shrilly.

I switched off the gas burner and picked up the hot handle.