Lake Lewisia #37

Late into the night, Evgeniya plotted recipes out on a whiteboard hanging from the door of the walk-in freezer. Zelena Mishka needed a new ice cream, and that meant carefully mixing the likes of butterscotch and sibling rivalry, or lavender and regrettable kisses, and recording the results. “Sandman” (raspberry and late-night phone calls) had been such a hit last month, it was difficult to decide what to make as a follow-up.

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LL#37