"Can you pass me the chopped onions?" Phoebe McQueen's wooden spoon clinked against the pot's rim as she stirred, her apron dusted with flour.

Victoria's face lit up as she reached for the bowl containing vegetables she'd chopped and placed it carefully on a tray."Right away." She passed the tray to the older woman, earning a smile.

Steam rose from the sink as Victoria began washing scallops, their cool shells slipping between her fingers. A chef appeared at her elbow, his whites ...