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45.
“Appetite”

“You had a couple of phone calls,” Mehitabel told him as he walked in the door.

“Things really are picking up,” He grinned back at her and then gave her a big kiss. “What’s for dinner?” He asked with more energy than she could recall for a time.

“Pot roast,” She said.

“I love pot roast!” He spoke in happy loud tones. She laughed. The case must be going well.

“Who were the calls from?” He said as he loosened his tie.

“Well, Archie called from Washington, said he got some notes from the autopsy to share,” She said as she brought a big pitcher of iced tea to the table.

“Good, good,” Pappy said as he cut and buttered a roll and began to wolf it down. “What else?”

“That Doctor from the College called to tell you some of his friends and he had written a paper on your letter and had mailed you a copy. It should be here in a couple of days.”

As she walked by he grabbed her, pulled her onto his lap and gave her a big kiss.

“I think we’re going to solve this,” he told the startled woman.

“That’s great,” She told him, “Can I go get dinner now?”

He laughed, kissed her again and let her go. He poured himself a large glass of iced tea and put in a couple of spoonfuls of sugar. It was a blindingly wonderful concotion.

“You going to wait to call Archie till after dinner?” She yelled from out in the kitchen.

“Think so,” He said, “Just in case he has any bad news. Don’t want to hear it just now. I’m in too good a mood.”

Out in the kitchen she closed her eyes and thanked the lord. This was the man she loved, and, for however short a time it would be for, it was lovely having him home again.

 

© 2005 by C. Wayne Owens