One Tuesday, a package showed up at the Burke home front door. It was labeled PERISHABLE. Peter had no idea what it was and El said she didn't order anything. Peter looked for a note and found one once he opened the box.

You didn't remind me. You're lucky I remembered. Okay, Mozzie remembered. This is for taking care of me when I was sick. Love Neal.

He carefully opened the box and his sense of smell went crazy. It smelled delicious.

"Neal sent it. If I'm right, it's imported tomato soup from Morocco." Peter said, popping it in the microwave. El smiled and together they set it out and each took a bite/sip/whatever. They didn't care. There was going to be a murder mystery tomorrow. Both Peter and Elizabeth Burke had died and gone to taste heaven.