Chapter Thirty One
Peeking into his freezer, the one next to his washer and dryer set into his utility room, Mal groaned as his hand delved inside the icebox, touching this and that, mostly work stuff he needed for photography, and of course one other thing.
Gawking inside the ice box for several confusing moments, he blinked once, twice and, then closed the box not wanting any part any longer of such matters.
Dressed in his leather logger pants, and with suspenders holding them up along his bare chest, he adjusted his welding goggles, turned and walked past the painting of Lise DeCaprio refusing to glance at it as he did.
Once back to his kilns, he checked the temperature, moved to a welding torch, adjusted the gas and oxygen nozzles with his gloved hands, flicked the flint to spark a
