Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
He had picked up more groceries in town after he dropped Jack off, and had made me a late supper of Caesar salad and sweet potato fries. The windows were open wide and the fresh sea breeze drifted in and combined with the earthy, clayish smell of old oil paint and good food to make something pretty wonderful. River still wore his peasant costume, and I was still in my black Audrey Hepburn dress. The electricity in the guesthouse stopped working for no good reason during dinner, so River lit candles and placed them on little plates all over the kitchen, and the atmosphere was so thick, you could taste it. River and I were alone for the first time since the tree house. I was unsettled about what he was going to tell me— the answers he’d promised in the attic.And the good food and the sweet breeze and the thick atmosphere weren’t really helping all that much, to be honest. “You ran off during Casablanca,”I said.My fingers were oily with salad and sweet-potato fries, and I wiped them on the little lamb towel.“Where did you go?” I had waited all through dinner for River to start talking.
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