The saviour

The only sensible way of using the constantly shining LA sun is to spend lots of time by your swimming pool. Today, our chef Salvatore made me a dreamy Spaghetti alla Carbonara, with just the right amount of creaminess and a raw egg in the middle. He's a lifesaver, and he should be. My dad personaly handpicked him from a restaurant in Siena in Italy, and made him an offer he couldn't refuse,  so to say.

When my dad sees something he likes he just has to have it and wont back down before he does. I guess it's a strenght in this world, but sometimes it scares me. It's years since I first learned not to ask him what he does for a living, and I know my mother understands that too. It's just easier that way.