A Catered Halloween (2008)
A Catered Halloween
“He reached over and took another one of Libby’s ginger pumpkin bars. He took little bites and chewed slowly so he could savor every mouthful.
“Wonderful,” he said as he poured more cream in his coffee. “Simply wonderful. And that includes the cream. My wife only has skim milk in the house. It turns coffee the most unappetizing shade of gray.” He took a sip and then held up the ginger pumpkin bar. “This is the embodiment of Halloween,” he declared. “The color, the bouquet of spices, all suggest ...late fall to me.”
“You’ve been watching the cooking channel again, haven’t you?” Sean asked. This was a man who in his prime consumed cans of cold Dinty Moore stew, and now he was rhapsodizing about flavor bouquets the same way he used to talk about the Playmate of the Month. Old age was a terrible thing.
Clyde glared at him. “So what if I have?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” replied Sean.
“You’re also eating the evidence,” Bernie said.
“No. That was what I did last night,”MoreLess
“Wonderful,” he said as he poured more cream in his coffee. “Simply wonderful. And that includes the cream. My wife only has skim milk in the house. It turns coffee the most unappetizing shade of gray.” He took a sip and then held up the ginger pumpkin bar. “This is the embodiment of Halloween,” he declared. “The color, the bouquet of spices, all suggest ...late fall to me.”
“You’ve been watching the cooking channel again, haven’t you?” Sean asked. This was a man who in his prime consumed cans of cold Dinty Moore stew, and now he was rhapsodizing about flavor bouquets the same way he used to talk about the Playmate of the Month. Old age was a terrible thing.
Clyde glared at him. “So what if I have?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” replied Sean.
“You’re also eating the evidence,” Bernie said.
“No. That was what I did last night,”MoreLess
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