Chapter 28: DreamingJuly 23. Hot as hell. Too hot. Almost one hundred degrees outside in the sun. I realized far too late that there was an inadequate amount of food in the lake house, leaving the cupboards bare. The reason being was simple, of course: Reynolds usually did the grocery shopping; I didn’t. Therefore, I had to buzz into town and pick up the provisions at a small food store called Marcello’s, and then return to the estate.
Once at home, enjoying the air conditioning, I put the groceries away, filling the house again. Thereafter, I put light jazz on the stereo, showered, and shaved for a second time that day because I became sticky-hot with a heavy beard, and decided to take a short nap in a narrow library on the second floor, next to Tacoma’s bedroom. There, a room filled wit
