Chapter 18Tim looked up from the take-out menus that were scattered in front of him and nodded toward the two bottles on the table. “Beer, Sweets?”
“Thanks. Let me feed Miss Su first.” I filled a bowl with water and emptied the can of Grilled Salmon Feast in Gravy into her food bowl. “Din din, puss,” I called. The words were barely out of my mouth before she came trotting in. She rubbed her cheek against my leg, then began to eat. “I guess all is forgiven, huh?”
I picked up the beer, twisted off the cap, and took a long swallow. Too wound up to sit, I leaned back against a counter and gazed around the kitchen.
Calling it “a little dated” was being kind. Tim had joked that the first time he’d seen it, he’d said, “The ‘50s called. They’re looking for their kitchen.” Black and white linole
