Kristen
Ezra Falcon’s house was big and grand in a modern-minimalist sort of way, but without Alex and Ezra, it seemed kind of empty and lonely. Sitting down at the table with Joy, while the chair at the head of the table remained empty felt wrong, and sad. I tried to get Mrs. Farley to sit and eat with us, but she strictly refused. “No Madam, I always eat with Spirko. You two just relax and enjoy a little peace and quiet, eh? Is the food okay?”
She had prepared fried chicken with coleslaw and mashed potatoes that rivaled any I had ever eaten in a fast food restaurant. “It’s delicious, Mrs. Farley, thank you!” I said sincerely. I dug into the creamy mashed potatoes. “I’m going to get fat eating your cooking.”
“Tsk, no such thing!” Mrs. Farley said indignantly. Then she looked a little s
