Page 33 of Wolfish
Then a group of five people came into the shop. One of the two women said, “We missed your grand opening because we were hiking, but before we leave Silver Town, we wanted to stop by.”
“Oh, I’m thrilled. Feel free to browse.”
They soon picked out some items—fall sweatshirts and Halloween items—and then purchased them and left.
“Well, that was good.” She was relieved to have made more sales.
“See?” Daniel said.
Then more people trickled in and purchased several items.
She continued to have a few sales throughout the day and was thrilled.
“See? You’re doing well.”
“Not like yesterday, but if I continue to have regular sales like this, I should be able to keep the store open.”
They had tuna sandwiches for lunch, and she said, “By the way, what do you think about checking the cemetery out again?”
“No. Peter and the deputies will be searching for the men, looking for more skeletons and any other clues that the brothers had been there.”
“Their scents.”
“You didn’t find any fingerprints on the bones. They had to have been wearing gloves,” Daniel said.
“So they were prepared somewhat. They just didn’t expect that we could smell their scents.”
“Right. What would you like for dinner?” he asked.
“Spaghetti?”
“You’ve got it.”
“So how long before we can get back to a cemetery to look at it?” she asked.
“A few days, I imagine. No one wants you facing those men again while they’re on the loose. It doesn’t matter that you have a gun,” Daniel said.
“You’re right.”
“You’ll be here for a long time so you’ll have all the time in the world to write about the cemeteries. In the meantime, you can enjoy the time with me.”
“I know I will. I’ll concentrate on the shop for now.”
“Perfect.”
The shop was now officially closed for the night, and she was eager to enjoy the time with Daniel. “Let’s go home and eat.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Then they went home and worked on the spaghetti together. She loved making meals with him in his large kitchen with a super large island that worked great for preparing meals and cookies.
“Parmesan cheese?” she asked.
“In the fridge.”
She brought it out, surprised at how well stocked his fridge and cabinets were. Like his bedroom, the cabinets were all off-white, and all his appliances were stainless steel. It was a dream working in his kitchen. Even though she’d owned a home in Fort Wayne when she lived there, it had been small and everything had been compact, including her kitchen.
He finished making the noodles. She helped with the hamburger sauce and with cutting up the tomatoes, mushrooms, garlic cloves, and onions.
