Dakota Blues
“Chapter Thirty Karen lay watching the walls lighten, until the first clang of a pan and slamming door freed her. After a quick shower, she collected her things and went downstairs to the kitchen, where Sandra bustled around in a black velvet track suit, her hair knotted on top of her head with ebony chopsticks. Frieda sat at the breakfast table, wearing yesterday’s clothes and reading the local paper. She didn’t look up when Karen sat down across from her. Sandra clattered and banged, pulling a... sheet of breakfast pastries from the oven. “Richard had to leave early, Mom, but he said to meet him at Zen’s for lunch. It’s the hottest new restaurant in town. They have the best sushi.”
“I don’t eat raw fish.” Frieda’s eyes remained glued to the Denver Post.
“And he says afterwards I should take you to Saks. Our treat. About time you went on a big-city shopping trip.”
“What would I need from Saks?”
“There’s always something pretty to buy.” Sandra set the pastries on the table and put one in her mouth, licking the frosting from her fingers.MoreLess
“I don’t eat raw fish.” Frieda’s eyes remained glued to the Denver Post.
“And he says afterwards I should take you to Saks. Our treat. About time you went on a big-city shopping trip.”
“What would I need from Saks?”
“There’s always something pretty to buy.” Sandra set the pastries on the table and put one in her mouth, licking the frosting from her fingers.MoreLess
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