Leo: Grandma, chapter nine is forty pages about soup.
Rosa: It is a good soup.
Leo: I'm sure it is. But my editor says that a reader will want more facts. The war, your marriage, the years in Buenos Aires.
Rosa: The soup is in all of those.
Leo: Is it?
Rosa: In the war, there was a soup made of nothing. At the wedding, your grandfather said he would marry me only if I gave him the recipe.
Leo: Grandpa proposed because of a soup?
Rosa: He said it was a joke. He never made a joke in his life.
Leo: Hmm. And Buenos Aires?
Rosa: I cooked it for strangers for a year. Three of them are now your godparents.
Leo: Then I should keep chapter nine.
Rosa: You should cut chapter four. It's about the weather.
Leo: Why?
Rosa: Because nobody ever cried at the weather.
Leo: Okay. I'll move the soup to the beginning.
Rosa: And Leo, one more thing. Next to the dedication, please write: "For the people who asked for a second bowl."
Leo: I think that is the book.
Fiction note: All people, places and events in this dialogue are fictional.