Riders On the Storm (2014)
“Kate and Nicole sat hypnotized by the TV in the other room and I was tending to plates, glasses, cups, silverware, and napkins when Mary came in with a spoonful of pasta sauce for me to taste.
“Delicious.”
She poked me. “You’d say that even if it was terrible, wouldn’t you?”
I poked her back. “Probably.”
I slung my arm over her shoulder and strolled back into the kitchen with her.
“I met that man this morning.”
“Donlon? The one you told me about last night?”
“Um-hm. Nice guy and very helpful.”
“Anything the police should know about?”
“Not quite yet. I want to do something before I call Chief Foster.”
In the kitchen window long pre-dusk shadows. The first stars; a large passenger plane soaring toward the half-moon; a TV tower in the distance blinking red signals into the half-night. Mixed with this were the aromas of the kitchen—the scents of pasta, sauce, coffee, and the fresh bread Mary loved to bake.
She was in the process of using a fork to test the progress of the pasta boiling in... the metal stockpot on the gas stove.MoreLess
“Delicious.”
She poked me. “You’d say that even if it was terrible, wouldn’t you?”
I poked her back. “Probably.”
I slung my arm over her shoulder and strolled back into the kitchen with her.
“I met that man this morning.”
“Donlon? The one you told me about last night?”
“Um-hm. Nice guy and very helpful.”
“Anything the police should know about?”
“Not quite yet. I want to do something before I call Chief Foster.”
In the kitchen window long pre-dusk shadows. The first stars; a large passenger plane soaring toward the half-moon; a TV tower in the distance blinking red signals into the half-night. Mixed with this were the aromas of the kitchen—the scents of pasta, sauce, coffee, and the fresh bread Mary loved to bake.
She was in the process of using a fork to test the progress of the pasta boiling in... the metal stockpot on the gas stove.MoreLess
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