We made a pretty good team. By the time I finished cutting up the chicken Sandy had the flour ready, and I coated it and began to cook it while I directed her through starting up the rice. It wasn't too much later we were sitting down to steaming bowls of Chicken Curry Vindaloo, or however you'd say it.

"Mm, this isn't bad for curry from a jar. Someday we can go to India and get the real thing."

I cocked my head. "Have you been?"

"India? No, but I'd love to someday. So you haven't traveled much?"

I shook my head. "Daddy traveled a lot for his job, and...