Trick Or Treachery
“I called, rapping my knuckles on the door that stood ajar. The faint smell of darkroom chemicals drifted into my nostrils.
“C’mon in, I’m just finishing up,” came a disembodied voice. “I’ll be out in a moment.”
I left the door as I’d found it and wandered through Richard Koser’s Craftsman-style bungalow to the kitchen in the back. My nose twitched. Here the chemical smell was augmented by something more exotic, spicy. Must be cumin, I thought, and onions, definitely onions. A man of many talent...s, Richard was not only a fine photographer, but also a masterful chef. He loved nothing more than poring through cookbooks and turning out exotic—and delicious—meals.
“Hi, Jessica,” Richard said, pulling aside a heavy curtain from the doorway to his darkroom. “Can you stay for lunch? I’m trying out a new curry recipe for kooftah, and MaryJane went over to Bangor for the day.”
“I wish I could, Richard, but I’m supposed to meet Mort at his office, and I have a few errands to run before then.MoreLess
“C’mon in, I’m just finishing up,” came a disembodied voice. “I’ll be out in a moment.”
I left the door as I’d found it and wandered through Richard Koser’s Craftsman-style bungalow to the kitchen in the back. My nose twitched. Here the chemical smell was augmented by something more exotic, spicy. Must be cumin, I thought, and onions, definitely onions. A man of many talent...s, Richard was not only a fine photographer, but also a masterful chef. He loved nothing more than poring through cookbooks and turning out exotic—and delicious—meals.
“Hi, Jessica,” Richard said, pulling aside a heavy curtain from the doorway to his darkroom. “Can you stay for lunch? I’m trying out a new curry recipe for kooftah, and MaryJane went over to Bangor for the day.”
“I wish I could, Richard, but I’m supposed to meet Mort at his office, and I have a few errands to run before then.MoreLess
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