Chapter SixteenWould it jinx the Flying Wedge to be launched by Alistair Pope’s death? If so, too bad. Lydia reached Mudge by cell phone at the auto parts store. He told her she was prodigious and of course he’d rather come back and cook dinner for six than go out drinking. They agreed she would buy fresh bread at the Whistling Pig while he swung by the Barnstable Harbor fish market to check out the day’s catch. She would meet him at Village Deli and Produce in half an hour.
Lydia brought notes on the diners’ preferences (“Like we don’t know by now?” said Mudge) and a handful of $20 bills pressed upon her by Edgar Rowdey as a condition of accepting her offer.
Still in the state of unreality that had descended over them at the frog pond, the partners rolled their shopping cart through can
