After the transaction, placing the pumpkins back into the cage-like cart, we headed to her Fusion, which was parked near the back of the lot, and she drove me to Mill Street, where I spent the rest of the afternoon writing sixteen in my new and untitled mystery. 45: The Darkest Day
August 24 , 2014
The Brown Martini: 4 Parts Gin, 2 Parts Light Rum, 1 Part Dry Vermouth, I Slice of Kumquat.
On the day Tuck was buried, the weather wasn’t dismal or melancholic. On the contrary, a beaming sun smiled in the heavens and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The temperature was warm and the day offered a light wind. I didn’t want to think that it was the most beautiful day to have the darkest day, but it was. Honestly.