Rain fell throughout the day, and a light fog settled in on the coastline. Customers were few at the bookstore, but on the upside, I got a lot of paperwork done. By the time I returned home that night, the rain had stopped.
I found Murphy in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a meatloaf. “When you said you could cook, did you mean you’ve worked in a restaurant or something?”
“Yeah.” He set plates and cutlery on the table and I went to the sink to wash my hands.
“Beer?” he asked and I nodded. When everything was ready, we both got down to the business of eating.
One bite and I was in heaven. “This is really good, man.” He nodded as if to say, “Yeah, I know, so what?” I ate some more, then asked, “Where’d you work?”
“Doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago.” Geez.
I set aside
