The Thespian Who Was Not Thrilled (Daytona Beach Book 7) by Frank W. Butterfield

Author:Frank W. Butterfield [Butterfield, Frank W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2022-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

2101 Toledo

South Daytona, Fla.

Saturday, October 30, 1948

Very early

"Home again, home again, jiggety-jog," announced Ronnie as he parked Tom's Buick next to his own and killed the engine. The rain had finally tapered off somewhat and the wind wasn't blowing quite as much as it had.

"I'm glad we're home," said Tom as he got out.

Ronnie did the same, closed his door, and led the way up the back stairs.

"I hope it's a long time before I have to make an official police statement again," said Tom as they walked up.

"I think Captain Bonner wanted Bill to get your statement so he could hang it on his wall or something. As a warning to all the other lawyers in town."

Tom laughed. "Probably."

Opening the back door that led into the kitchen, Ronnie switched on the light and asked, "Since you got grilled by Bill, do you want some Ovaltine?"

Tom kissed the back of Ronnie's neck. "Yes, please."

"You go get ready for bed, mister, and I'll bring it to you." Ronnie gently patted Tom's rear end.

"Yes, sir." With that, Tom headed into the living room and then upstairs to their bedroom.

Ronnie opened the ice box, got out the bottle of Fresh Clover milk, and set it out on the counter. He opened the cabinet and grabbed the jar of Ovaltine. This was becoming something of a bedtime ritual. Whenever one of them had a long or bad day, the other one would warm up some milk on the stove and bring in a cup of Ovaltine into the bedroom.

After striking a match, Ronnie turned on the gas and then lit the ring. He grabbed a small pot from the shelves by the stove and put it on the flame. He then poured in enough milk to make two cups since, truth be told, he could use one himself.

As he watched the milk warm up, he replayed the events of the evening in his mind. One thing, in particular, stuck out. There had been that moment when Bill had asked him to take the gun and put it in the safe. For some reason, Ronnie had flirted with Bill just a tiny bit. And then, to his surprise, Bill had flirted back. Also just a tiny bit. It was nothing, really. He doubted anyone else had seen it.

As the milk began to bubble up at the edges, Ronnie grinned to himself. He'd always thought Bill would be fun to play around with. He was such a short fireplug of a man and Ronnie did have a propensity for that type. Of course, Bill was as red-blooded as they came and, furthermore, he was Marveen's husband.

Speaking of husbands, Ronnie was practically married to Tom, so there was no possibility of anything happening with Bill. But it had been fun to have that small thrill in that brief moment.

. . .

"Here you go," said Ronnie as he handed a cup to Tom who was already in bed and under the covers.

"Thank you. I was wondering if you would make yourself one.

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