Justine looked at the mound of flour and egg and sighed.
"Who'd have thought spaghetti would be so hard to make?"
"They have pasta machines that are supposed to make it easier."
"I can hardly carry a machine to Marisha's," Justine said as she scraped the mess into the garbage. "Besides I think you still need to get the dough right. I'm trying everything they say on the internet, but it just isn't working."
"Well, there is only one thing left to do."
"I'm not giving up!"
"I was thinking of asking an expert," Patrick said. "There is a little Italian restaurant that's been advertising that they only serve fresh pasta. They might be willing to help."
"Really?" Justine wiped the counter off. "Let's go."
"Let me call and see if they have space." He pulled a sticky note out of his pocket
