Candy Apple Dead
Candy Apple Dead
“I tried not to let Jawarski’s questions bother me, but that was easier said than done. Did he seriously suspect me of setting the fire, or was he just digging to see what he came up with?
When six o’clock finally rolled around, I locked up the store, fired up my Jetta, and drove across town to Lorena’s, a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that’s one of my favorite places on earth. When we were kids, Mama and Daddy brought Wyatt and me here at least once a month. Now that I’m back in Paradise, ...it’s where I go when I want comfort food and space to think.
The gravel parking lot was packed, so I wedged the Jetta between two dirty pickup trucks and hurried through the evening chill toward the low-slung cinder-block building. Inside, the Ranchera blaring from the jukebox and the familiar spicy scents coming from the kitchen had exactly the effect I’d hoped they would. I could feel the tension slipping from my shoulders, and I knew everything would be all right—at least for the next hour.MoreLess
When six o’clock finally rolled around, I locked up the store, fired up my Jetta, and drove across town to Lorena’s, a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that’s one of my favorite places on earth. When we were kids, Mama and Daddy brought Wyatt and me here at least once a month. Now that I’m back in Paradise, ...it’s where I go when I want comfort food and space to think.
The gravel parking lot was packed, so I wedged the Jetta between two dirty pickup trucks and hurried through the evening chill toward the low-slung cinder-block building. Inside, the Ranchera blaring from the jukebox and the familiar spicy scents coming from the kitchen had exactly the effect I’d hoped they would. I could feel the tension slipping from my shoulders, and I knew everything would be all right—at least for the next hour.MoreLess
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