A story Patrick sent to me on 13 March 2015. In the kitchen preparing breakfast I have bacon on medium heat, abiding by Steinbeck’s advice to cook it slowly, a couple of eggs at the ready, abiding by my own rule never to put eggs in the refrigerator, and humming to myself to cover the […]
Yves sat fuming at a corner table in Las Palmeras. His scowl did not invite you to so much as say hello. He stared at the empty coffee cup, thinking so hard you could almost hear his thoughts. If you had, and you understood French, you might not want to hear those thoughts. Two days […]