Chapter 6
When Dom returned with a box of eggs from the church—filled with biblical verses instead of monetary prizes, he was assured when he picked it up—it was very dark, and Kiko was over at one of the tables at one end of the shop. Dom set the box down by the basement door and crossed to the table only to find it set with what almost looked like a picnic—deviled eggs, egg salad sandwiches, potato salad. A beer sat across from a smaller glass of eggnog, and several egg-shaped truffles were set to the side.
“Kiko?” he asked and the man turned, flashing that smile that always seemed to reach his eyes.
“I promised you a meal,” he said. “I’m afraid it has to be what I have on hand here at Yolks on You. Go on, have a seat.”
There was no one else in the shop at the moment and Dom was hung
