it was after bitsy 's police interview ; after max took us to lunch , again at that little caf by the river but this time it was warm enough for us to sit outside close to the rushing , snow-melt swelled river ; and , after lunch , we took bitsy home where she insisted we stay for a thank you mug of her homemade lattes which she created in a fabulous kitchen that also had a load of extra counters that had been built so she could reach them and , incidentally , her lattes were delicious .