But there had been no warning. No squeal of tires. No kick of gravel against the undercarriage. The steering wheel had not so much as bucked in her hand.
The rear tires fishtailed. The SUV spun. Then, as if Elizabeth had intended it all along, it shushed to a gentle stop on the shoulder of the road. The engine had not even died. Everything was fine. Everything was fine.
Everything was fine. Yet, Elizabeth did not want to look out the driver’s-side window. She knew she needed to, but she would not like what she saw there.
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In Praise of Home Cooking by Liana Krissoff (Weekend Cooking)
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[image: Yellow book cover shows a white bowl with two eggs and a whisk]The
new spring cookbooks are starting to roll into the bookstores and into my
kitche...
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