“I’m a little late,” he said. “It took longer to clean up than I planned, but the painting is done, and my customer is happy.” “I have a feeling all your customers are happy.” Adele held open the front door and let Murray inside, aware that Isabel had walked the other way and disappeared into her room. Murray turned and went into the kitchen. “Are the locks still in the pantry?” “Yes, right where you left them. Why don’t you take a break before you change the locks and have a slice of praline cake with me?” Murray flashed a boyish grin. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” “Me either. I’ve had a craving for this all day.” Adele opened the refrigerator. “This is the last of it. It’s all ready. Let’s sit here in the kitchen.” She reached in the refrigerator and handed Murray two plates, each with a slice of cake and a fork, and then took out two glasses of milk and sat across the table from him. “I had such an enjoyable time picking out the computer,”
