After buying groceries, I drove over to the Zumpano house. It was up the hill a ways, roughly two miles from my cabin. I’d done work on the house over the years and it was still in pretty good shape, no thanks to Rafe. If it wasn’t for me or Serge, the place would have fallen to pieces after the senior Zumpanos had moved out.
I let myself in with the key that was kept above the door and went to the kitchen. Egads, it was a mess! Maybe the reason why Rafe went through girlfriends like he did was because of his lack of, well, house sense.
I set my purchases on a section of the table that wasn’t packed with detritus, and got to work. It took me forty-five minutes to clean everything and toss all the beer bottles. After that, I headed outside to prepare the grill. Ribs with baked potatoes, s
