“Nothing wrong, really” DP said hesitantly as she averted her eyes. Kit’s glance had become really quite unnerving. “It’s just doesn’t seem to fit me, you know? Some people have names that become self-fulfilling prophecies. I once knew a doctor by the name of Foote. He was a podiatrist.” DP lifted her eyes and smiled at Kit and could feel herself relaxing. “It just never happened with me. That name just never seemed to reflect me and how I felt inside.”
Kit eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, we shall just have to see about that!” Before DP could even begin to think of how to respond, Kit turned to the woman with the turquoise eyes and said, “Dr. Dooky, I would like you to meet my friend, Desiree, and I want you to fix her up a plate and let her know just what New Orleans tastes like.

“Hi, uh…Dr. did you say?” DP was confused by the title and yet the woman looked surprisingly familiar.

“Oh, yeah, honey.” Dooky said, as she handed DP a plate filled to the brim with a bit of every specialty on the table. ” That’s just a New Orleans thing. When a person is really good at something. They call them doctor. I’m a chef….that’s all, but a damn good one if I do say so myself.”

“Wait, aren’t you the owner of Leah’s in New Orleans?” DP’s eyes began to swim with images of the past.

“That I am. So you know New Orleans?”

“ I was born there, lived there until I went away to school. My grandmere spoke of you many times and as a girl she used to take me to eat at your restaurant. DP was amazed. How the hell did Kit arrange to have the best Creole chef in New Orleans come to her place in LA?

“Well, I hope you enjoy a little bit of home. It’s gonna come back, you know. Wait and see! You make sure you come on home soon and see us!!!!”

DP thanked her and turned to see Kit watching her with surprise.

“So, you’re a New Orleans girl, huh? Man, I love that town. Not just the food, but the music. I’m from Philly, myself, but I’ve played with lots of those guys.”