Michael Vey 5 by Richard Paul Evans

Author:Richard Paul Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 2015-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

21

Simple Things

We piled our bags in the corner of the loft and laid out some quilts and pillows; then Ostin, Jack, and I climbed back down and went over to the main house to get something to eat. The only one in the kitchen was a woman stirring a pot. She was tall with long silver hair.

“I’m going to go find the girls,” Jack said, walking back out.

The kitchen was small for so many people, and most of the counters were covered with food.

“It smells good in here,” Ostin said.

“It’s garlic,” the woman said, smiling. “Garlic always smells good. Except on your breath.”

“Is that for lunch?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “It’s dinner. I’m making Italian. This is my Bolognese sauce. I’m also making meatballs and spaghetti. The chairman asked for something special since we’re having a celebratory dinner tonight,” she said.

“What are we celebrating?” I asked.

She looked at me with an amused smile, then said, “You, of course.” She put a lid on a pot, then stepped away from the stove. “My name is Lois. I’m the cook. If you need anything, just let me know.”

“Where are you from?” Ostin asked.

“I live in town,” she said. “In Orderville, just a few miles north. But I was born near here in Kanab. It’s about twenty miles from here. It’s where we do most of our shopping.” She gestured to the food. “We’re having sandwiches and chili for lunch. Help yourself.”

There was a sandwich bar with roast beef, sliced turkey, pastrami, and salami, and chicken salad with grapes and walnuts in it. There were all kinds of vegetables—tomatoes, lettuce, onions, cucumbers, jalapeños—and at least four kinds of spreads.

On the next counter there were plastic bowls filled with coleslaw and potato salad, and a cooler filled with ice and drinks—soda, juices, and bottled water.

Ostin and I grabbed paper plates and made sandwiches, then sat down at the table to eat. Jack, Abi, Nichelle, Taylor, and McKenna walked into the kitchen about five minutes after we’d started eating.

“Not waiting for us?” Taylor said.

“Sorry,” I said with a full mouth. “I didn’t know if you were coming.”

“Of course I was coming,” she said. “There’s food, isn’t there?”

Lois introduced herself, then handed them all plates. They made sandwiches, got bowls of chili, and then came over and joined us.

“I think my mom must have made this potato salad,” Ostin said. “It’s definitely her recipe.”

“As a matter of fact, it is,” Lois said. “So is the chili. How is it?”

“It’s good,” Jack said. “But it’s not very hot.”

“I’m sorry,” Lois said. “I forgot to turn the heat back up. I can warm it up if you like.”

“No worries,” McKenna said. “I’ll take care of it.” She put her hand above Jack’s bowl, and her hand began to turn bright red. Lois stared in amazement. It took less than ten seconds before the chili was bubbling. Almost habitually, Ostin handed her a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” McKenna said. She quickly downed half the bottle.

“That was amazing,” Lois said. “I was told that you kids had special abilities.

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