Deep Fried Homicide (The Donut Shop Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
I asked him.“Let’s face it. Neither one of us is cut out for that,” he answered. “You were right. At least I can manage this okay.”He managed just fine with the new arrangement, and I made a mental note to prepare all of his food in more manageable serving sizes before I even brought anything out to him. After he was finished, he pushed his plate away on its tray. “That was incredible, and not just because I’ve been eating hospital food for the last twenty-four hours,” Jake said as he finished every last bite of the pot roast that I’d given him.“Would you like more?” I asked as I stood.“I’d better not,” he said as he tried to stretch a little. We’d decided not to move from the couch, since it had taken Jake so long to get himself comfortable. I’d grabbed a pair of the old TV trays we kept in the hall closet and served us both right there. As I grabbed his tray so I could take it into the kitchen, he said, “I can help with that.”I let go of the tray instantly and sat back down. “Thanks. I’d appreciate that.”I watched him for a full minute as he struggled to pick the tray up, failing miserably the entire time, and doing my best not to laugh. Jake must have sensed it, though, because when he looked over at me, I couldn’t contain my grin any longer. “How’s that working out for you?”It was touch and go there for a second, but his good humor finally won out. As Jake slumped back on the couch, he grinned at me. “You have to at least give me points for trying.”“What I need to do is swat you with a newspaper,”
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