Barbara Silkstone - Wendy Darlin 02 - London Broil - Plot & Excerpts
I was dripping from the relentless heat. A gaggle of sweaty students took notes as a slender lady in brown addressed them. A flock of nuns walked by, chatting among themselves. I skirted them and bounced into a tour group of senior citizens heading away from the Café in the northwest corner of the Court. I looked toward the Café in the northeast corner. Victor Veal, one of only two patrons, was sitting at a small table. We locked eyes, and I started toward him, carrying the gnome wrapped in tattered cloth and brown wrapping paper.“Wendy!” I cringed at the sound. Granddaddy Earl smacked me on the back and grabbed my head, planting a juicy kiss on the underside of my jaw. “You following us, girl?”Birdie clung to his arm. They wore t-shirts that read “England Swings!” in white letters on black. “We’re taking a tour. This is downright educational,” she said.I pushed Granddaddy Earl away with a pretend laugh. “Great seeing you both again. Gotta run. Meeting somebody!”Granddaddy Earl was having none of it.
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