Chapter 64: Evie
Evie fought with the kitchen and it was winning. She gave the sauce a whirl, tasted it, burned her tongue and then suckled on an ice cube while crying ‘owie, owie, owie,’ for three minutes straight.
Her phone rang, it was Horace. She slapped the speakerphone button and looked for that thingie she needed. “What?” she said, annoyed, rummaging under her kitchen.
“What is happening?”
“I’m making pasta for Costa.”
“Huh. That rhymes. Nice, so you’re into the ‘dinner at home’ phase now, I see.”
“Sure, whatever. Horace, tell me what you want, my tongue hurts.”
“What are you searching for in there, you’re making a ruckus.”
“That stupid thingie with the holes, I can’t find it.”
“I remember you burning that and tossing it away.”
She stopped rummaging around and tilted her h
