Slay it by Ear: A Paranormal Cozy Mystery (Witches of Devil's Orchard Book 7) by Skye Sullivan

Slay it by Ear: A Paranormal Cozy Mystery (Witches of Devil's Orchard Book 7) by Skye Sullivan

Author:Skye Sullivan [Sullivan, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-19T16:00:00+00:00


I get to Natalie’s house right as she is pulling the minivan into the driveway. They came from the park and the boys pile out of the car with buckets and big plastic dinosaurs. Jamie, the youngest at two years old, is carrying a toy truck almost as big as he is. “I got a front-in motor!” he proudly proclaims.

“A what?” I ask.

“A front-end loader,” Natalie explains. “He’s into trucks for some reason.”

“I thought it was a tractor,” I say. “I must have missed Trucks 101 when I was a kid.”

“If you have a boy, you’ll get all you can stand of trucks and trains and dinosaurs,” she assures me.

“We’ll show you,” Ethan, the oldest, says. “Can we watch TV while you make dinner?” he asks his mother.

“Fine,” she says. “But you have to put your toys away and wash your hands first.”

The three kids go screaming toward the house, already arguing about what they’re going to watch.

Natalie unlocks the door and Jamie sets down his front-end loader right in the middle of the doorway. He plops down and takes off his shoe. He looks at it for a second and then slowly pours a pile of sand onto the floor.

“Hey!” Natalie screams. “Did you just pour sand onto the floor?”

“No,” Jamie says. He smiles proudly. It seems like not that long ago he only had two little Tic-Tac sized teeth on the bottom and now he’s got a whole mouth full. “I put it on the rug!”

“Get the dust-buster, Ethan,” Natalie says. Her oldest kid runs into the kitchen and returns with a small hand vacuum. He bends down and squeezes the trigger, sucking up the pile of sand from the rug.

The kids wash up and soon enough the TV is blaring a song about front-end loaders and all the hard work they do. “So what’s for dinner?” I ask Natalie. It’s been such a busy day, I realize I haven’t eaten yet.

“I got lots of stuff,” she says. “Tonight’s what I call Leftover Luau.” She opens the refrigerator and bends over, immediately handing me different sized glass Pyrex leftover containers. “Some macaroni and cheese. Two chicken strips. Broccoli. Half a slice of pepperoni pizza. Spaghetti. A pork tamale. Chicken pot pie. And some teriyaki chicken and rice. Jim’s going to be home late, so we don’t need to wait for him.”

We get it all heated up and we all have a little bit of everything, cleaning out her fridge of all the odds and ends of leftovers she’s accumulated over the last couple days. It’s an absolute kid-food feast, but I devour everything, much to Natalie’s delight.

She directs the two older kids to clear the plates and load the dishes into the dishwasher. “You guys got a dishwasher?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she says. “Jim put it in a couple weeks ago. I swear it takes more time than doing the dishes by hand.”

“Then why bother?” I ask.

“It has one tactical advantage,” she says. “It can be operated by children.



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