Chapter 25

Monique’s Bakery, unlike the Bottom, which is in the foothills, sits at the end of a strip shopping center outside Old Town. I don’t like Monique’s as much as the Bottom because, for me, it’s not relaxing. I see too many people who know me and want to chat when I try to eat there.

Still, it was fun to watch Vic’s eyes light up like most people’s did when we entered. First the smell of flour and sugar attacked, followed by the gentler aroma of the cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and other spices. Finally, the aroma of coffee and tea underscored the goodness that was Monique’s.

“Damn.” He took a huge breath and held it for a couple of seconds, letting it out slowly as if savoring the layers of smells. “Why weren’t we eating here before?”

“Why don’t you check out the desserts and I’ll get us a table?” I put a hand on his arm. “Just don’t stand in the to-go line.”

“Hey, Red! How’re you doing?” A couple of guys walked by, one patting me on the back.