Chapter 36: Who Said Comfort Food Had to be Plain?“That’s what I wanted in the first place, Anders,” I said, on the phone, pacing across my tiny office. Distracted, I checked the hall again: Monday’s delivery was coming in and there was a lot of noise in the service kitchen. “So what are you telling me here?”
“There won’t be any public funding available to you. Your cooking school will have to be a private venture, Nicolai.”
“Why?”
“Ask your partner.”
I paused, frowning. “What do you mean?” Maybe I knew. Maybe I didn’t want to hear it. I rubbed my chin and stopped walking, leaning back on my cluttered desk. “Not even a few government crumbs?”
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
I heard some yelling. Was that Derek losing his marbles out there? “Hey, I have to go,” I said, stepping into the hal
