CHAPTER 79
“I don’t understand. There’s something else here that we’re not seeing. The answer is right here.”
They’d shoved aside the pizza boxes from the Franconia Cafe which had really hit the spot. Jeff’s feet were throbbing quietly beneath fresh bandages after taking a couple of Tylenol. The old kitchen hadn’t changed since the day he’d cooked blueberry pancakes at the old electric stove. It had avoided two dozen years of fads and was back in style with its soft almond appliances and gray countertops. The linoleum squares of alternating red and black had thankfully stayed out of style, so far. These were faded enough to be comforting instead of garish, but they still weren’t attractive. Even the old table was the same, right down to the utilitarian white metal single-bulb light fixtu
