~upd~ | Jeffrey Morgenthaler Raspberry Syrup

But then the trouble came.

“For the truth,” Leo said.

Leo walked him through the cramped back kitchen. The dented pot. The bag of Driscoll’s raspberries. The bottle of apple cider vinegar from the farmers’ market. jeffrey morgenthaler raspberry syrup

He always does.

People come from three towns over for the Clover Club. Maya is now a regular, engaged to a baker who brings leftover croissants. And sometimes, when the bar is quiet, Leo pulls out his phone and rereads the last line of Jeffrey’s email: But then the trouble came

Two days later, a reply arrived. No grand speech. Just a link to a video call time. when the bar is quiet