Dark Days Troubled Times by Matthew D Mark

Author:Matthew D Mark [Mark, Matthew D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780989004558
Amazon: 0989004554
Publisher: Matthew D. Mark
Published: 2014-04-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The day after the operation, Haliday was in the kitchen making some fried cornmeal mush. He had read about it in a book, but never tried it. This was the first time.

The buckets of cornmeal were now being used for more than cornbread and muffins. He’d prepared the mixture the night before. There were a lot of curious onlookers.

The recipe was simple: six cups of hot water, two cups of yellow cornmeal, two teaspoons of salt. He added a tablespoon of sugar to sweeten it just a bit.

The ingredients were all brought to a boil, then lowered to a simmer. Once the mixture was very thick, he folded it into a large Pyrex loaf pan. The pan had been sprayed with a non-stick, butter-flavored spray.

This concoction was placed in the refrigerator overnight to set. He made two batches to make sure there was enough. In the morning he cut the loaves into one-inch thick slices.

It did not look appealing. It looked like a yellow lump of jiggling goop. He remembered reading the reaction of the author’s children when they first saw it. He expected and received the same from his group.

The slices could then be fried on a griddle in butter or margarine. In this case he had used a butter substitute bought at a restaurant supply store in gallon jugs.

Once the slices were golden brown on each side he put them on a plate. He set out some maple syrup and honey, and finished cooking the rest.

The group loved it. Some used honey and some used maple syrup. Haliday actually used honey on one half and syrup on the other. He wished he could have thanked the author for the idea.

Mark helped him clean the dishes. While cleaning they talked about the recent events. Haliday sat down with his coffee and Mark sat down across the table.

“I think we’re being played,” said Haliday.

“I’m not sure about that,” replied Mark, “but something is definitely not up to par.”

“I feel like a pawn here.”

“You think Crothall isn’t on the up and up?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just very odd. One day we can’t get rid of him; the next day we can’t get a hold of him.” He shook his head. “Add in the frequency that we can’t listen in on and it gets more odd.”

“It was probably a secure frequency.”

“That doesn’t explain why he doesn’t respond to the frequency he gave us,” Haliday said.

“You have me on that one,” Mark stated.

They talked about a few different scenarios. The conclusion was always the same. They were grasping at straws. They just did not know exactly what bothered them. Haliday was determined to find out.

David was sitting at the ham listening to all of the chatter. All he heard was the same thing over and over; it was simple. You could replace the names and the story was the same everywhere.

Gangs fighting gangs. Gangs taking everything from other people. People fighting each other. The cities were the worst. They were either burned out, deserted, gang ridden or all of the above.

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