Prisoners of the Williwaw by Ed Griffin

Author:Ed Griffin [Griffin, Ed]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mysteries & Thrillers
ISBN: 9780978447281
Publisher: Cordillera North Publications
Published: 2000-07-20T23:00:00+00:00

The blue package in his hand weighed a ton.

She pointed at the package and smiled. "Mac and cheese. Try mixing it with a little ground beef. Fry the beef up first with some onions."

Years of studying philosophy and history and literature in prison and now he had absolutely nothing to say.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" He pointed with the generic blue box toward the back of the store where Billy the Cheese had put a table and two chairs and his coffee urn.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee. Hardly a creative line, he thought. What was the matter with him? She would say no. He was not smooth. Besides it was Doc he was supposed to have the coffee with to work on campaign strategy.

"Okay," she said easily, like it was a natural thing for two friends. "Maggie and I are planning to invade your office this week and put all your paperwork into a regular system."

"That would be great. God knows I need help."

He pointed toward the back of the store, then pulled on his cart which made a thunderous rumble. She turned her head toward him and spoke over the rumble. "Nice cart."

On the outside he gave her an appreciative smile, but inside joy, laughter, happiness filled him like he hadn't experienced in years. To laugh with a woman, that was the essence of human life.

Rumble. Rumble. They walked on. The fragrance of herbs. The slight sway of her walk. He rounded the corner at the end of the aisle. The cart tipped and scraped the cement, the cans slid to the end. He stopped and rearranged the cans. When he stood up he felt himself blushing or was it just bending over that caused the blood to rush to his head?

God, what a mess he was. And he had no saint, no role model to call on. When he didn't know what to do about the island, he called on Rudy. Who could he call on to help him with women?

At the table he got two Styrofoam cups, put $2 in the can, and sat down. What am I going to talk about, he wondered. At work most conversations he'd had with her involved the production line or paper work.

Someone opened the front door and a draft of cold, wet air blew through the store. He couldn't see the door from where he sat. What if it was Gilmore? Nothing would provoke more antagonism in Gilmore than to see Frank having coffee with his wife.

She sipped her coffee. He had to start a conversation. "How…how are you surviving this weather?" Inside he reprimanded himself: Stupid question number one.

She put her cup on the table and leaned toward him, like he had raised an interesting question. "This is going to sound crazy. I don't mind it. I'd love to go for a long walk. See Finger Bay or Clam Lagoon or those little trees the Navy planted."

"You don't mind the rain and the wind?"

She laughed.

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