The Apple Pie Knights by Deborah Smith

Author:Deborah Smith
Language: ara, eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BelleBooks, Inc.
Published: 2014-09-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

January 20

Via Cove_Mail.com

Yarnspinner:

I’ll give the knights two large bags of the best wool in my storage bins. Washed and combed. Whatever the knights are using the wool for, they can’t possibly need more than that. I’ll send a stack of scarves, too. Whatever they want in exchange for my phone.

Biscuitwitch:

Bring, not send. I have to cook tonight at the café. And Eve’s got school tomorrow, now that the roads are thawing. If I take off, it’s going to look odd to Cleo and Bubba. In her eyes, I’m still just a second-rate biscuiteer substituting for Delta, you know. So you and Doug have to go to Free Wheeler by yourselves.

Yarnspinner:

Look, my agoraphobia is better than it used to be, but I’m really not up for that. The Knights don’t know I’m involved, so why not keep it that way? I’m having a hard time with this. I’m afraid of them.

HighlanderDVM:

Night Owl demands to meet you or he won’t give the phone back. He has a wee bit of trouble with trusting people.

Yarnspinner:

So do I.

Biscuitwitch:

Luce, we’re dealing with this situation as best we can. We’re doing this for Cleo and Bubba. They protected Eve and me last fall. We’re doing it for Gus, because these veterans are soldiers like him, and if he ever came home wounded and ruined by something that happened to him over there, I’d want someone to care enough to take a chance on him. Wouldn’t you?

Yarnspinner:

I’ll be waiting by the sheep barn. Look for Holly Hobbie next to the Retro Punk Ewe gang.

———

Later that night.

Via phone

Tal: Lucy. Lucy? I had to call—had to hear your voice. Doug told me how it went. Are you sure you’re okay?

Lucy: I’m never sure I’m okay. I’m drinking hot tea with scotch in it. Doug loaned me his flask.

Tal: If it helps, talk.

Lucy: I only threw up once. Doug just handed me a doggie wipe-up and said, “There you go, Lucy goose, there you go.”

Tal: Good, and?

Lucy: It was the gloaming, to use Doug’s word, the edge of darkness, cloudy, freezing cold, with shreds of gray mist pulling down over the Ten Sisters to the bottom ridges, even to the rooftops of the old shops. Free Wheeler is the saddest place I know, Tal, with forest growing in so close around the old brick shops and the darkness pouring out of those open eyes in the empty old windows. They’re beautiful, the shopfronts, like the set of a 1940s movie after all the people have been killed in an apocalypse. The bicycle engravings on the stone work make me cry. Or they would have, if I hadn’t taken my pills.

Tal: Focus, focus. Just like Delta always says, the Lard cooks in mysterious ways. Karma is a layer cake, Lucy; it builds on what you put on top of it. It’s not one layer that shows us the big picture. It’s all of them, together.

Lucy: Tal, you have to just let me tell as it comes to me or I won’t be able to get it all out.

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