Tyreal watched a couple of black hens wander past, then a white duck. “Everything country. Did you find anything out today?”
Coffee machines are really expensive. “Claudia gave me a box of stuff. It’s in my living room, waiting for me to read.” First, I needed to dig bowel deep for some brave. And I’d find it, even if it was tainted with chicken feces. I wanted that Rembrandt.
“Do you mind company? I’m curious to see what you do. I could make dinner. I cook a mean steak.”
“Actually I’m a vegetarian, so steak would be mean. But you can watch.”
He viewed the horses, the dogs, and cats sitting around. “I can cook other stuff. Veg risotto, veg lasagna, veg quiche, veg, salad, baked potato. Boiled egg … toast?”
I laughed at his fading voice. “How about mushroom risotto? It’s what I planned to make for my own dinner, and I’ve bought heaps.”
“I could cook a mean mushroom.”
“Do you eat mean mushrooms?”
He grinned. “Usually with steak.”
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