Chapter 1
“Professor, I want my macaroni!” shouted Mr. Don Martini. The Knights chess club was holding its typical Tuesday night get-together at the Cannoli Cafe.
“At least you’re addressing her properly now,” remarked Max, his opponent for the evening once again. Don grunted and resumed staring at his chess board.
Nicole approached their table, bearing a tray with two small bowls of Italian baked macaroni. Eyeing the board, she noticed that Don was about to lose. “Good evening, gentlemen. Why does this feel like deja vu, or does it?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. As she placed the bowls on the table along with the parmesan cheese shakers, she suddenly felt a chill go down her spine. She shuddered as she recalled the chain of events that followed the last time she served the old
