stopped what he was doing to go into the other room, he nosed back a rolling chair for her to sit on.”
“Gil wasn’t too happy,’ David mused. “They had to strip Red’s booties and rewrap his feet since he had wandered outside the room.”
“Mustn’t contaminate the police evidence,” I laughed.
“I was intrigued before- now I’m excited. I’d love to hear the stories of what you have been doing together these last few months,” Colonel Spencer said. “I see a lot of stuff in my department, nothing as interesting as a talking dog, mind you; but I’ve seen things that cause me to suspend my biases and be open-minded to the unusual and unexplained.”
“This may test even you, Sir. Most of the unusual phenomena you see still has scientific theory weaved into the mix. We have no idea what we’re dealing with here. We just know it works, it’s measurable, and it’s consistent every time we run field experiments.”
“I look forward to speaking more with you after lunch, Colonel Spencer,” I added. “Some of the tests Gil, our police liaison, has thought up are simply brilliant.”
“Red, we are seating the colonel at Bas’ normal seat. Would you mind escorting him to the table while I do quick introductions with the remainder of the team?” David asked. He guided me over towards the dining area, “Right this way, Beautiful.”
“I would like to present, Teresa March. Teresa, from the left: Lt. Mercer, Lt. Lao, and Lt. Osborn.” David paused between each name, giving me an opportunity to shake hands and welcome each person to the house. “To the far right is Lt. Carpenter.”
“Devon.” I nodded a brief acknowledgement and turned to face David, “I’m starving, let’s all head for the table.”
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Ken’s secret-recipe BBQ chicken was a hit. He was a great nurse and personal assistant when I first hired him, about nine months ago. He gets major friend points for putting up with me when I was fresh out of the rehabilitation center and learning to adapt to the whole blind and disoriented life I was now living. After David moved in, and Red and I were working comfortably together, we reviewed our needs and asked Ken to stay on as our cook and houseman. Score for us, because the man has serious kitchen skills. The fact that Ken is dating, and now living with, my best friend, Janey, is just an additional bonus… it’s like we’re keeping him in the family!
“Ken, I have to say, this is one of the nicest cucumber salads I’ve had. And, you’re telling me there’s no sugar or salt in it? What do you use for flavor?” That sounded like Lt. Mercer, but I hadn’t heard Lt. Lao speak enough to distinguish between the two women.
“I use the Greek vanilla yoghurt instead of plain, and add lemon juice and dill,” Ken replied. “There’s bound to be sugar in the flavored yoghurt, but it is still a bit healthier than adding extra salt and sugar. With Bas and David preferring less sodium and calories, it’s been a fun challenge to work with more herbs and fruit juices for flavoring foods.”
“Luckily, they’re not total fitness fanatics, so I still get some fat and carbs in my food, but I have noticed my energy levels are increased since we cut back on the sweets and the fat,” I said, forking a spoonful of calorie-laden potato salad in my mouth, although, come to think of it, Ken’s probably done something to it too. Yeah, there was a hint of dill, and… Geez, did he add hard-boiled eggs? I chewed a couple more times. I think there was less potato in my potato salad, and… was that bell pepper?
“Why are you glaring at your fork?” David asked with a laugh in his tone. “Did you just realize Ken changed the recipe?”
I glanced in his direction with squinty-eyes and a (hopefully) threatening glare, “There is a noticeable absence of potatoes, mayo, and pickles in my salad. All my starch and salty
“Gil wasn’t too happy,’ David mused. “They had to strip Red’s booties and rewrap his feet since he had wandered outside the room.”
“Mustn’t contaminate the police evidence,” I laughed.
“I was intrigued before- now I’m excited. I’d love to hear the stories of what you have been doing together these last few months,” Colonel Spencer said. “I see a lot of stuff in my department, nothing as interesting as a talking dog, mind you; but I’ve seen things that cause me to suspend my biases and be open-minded to the unusual and unexplained.”
“This may test even you, Sir. Most of the unusual phenomena you see still has scientific theory weaved into the mix. We have no idea what we’re dealing with here. We just know it works, it’s measurable, and it’s consistent every time we run field experiments.”
“I look forward to speaking more with you after lunch, Colonel Spencer,” I added. “Some of the tests Gil, our police liaison, has thought up are simply brilliant.”
“Red, we are seating the colonel at Bas’ normal seat. Would you mind escorting him to the table while I do quick introductions with the remainder of the team?” David asked. He guided me over towards the dining area, “Right this way, Beautiful.”
“I would like to present, Teresa March. Teresa, from the left: Lt. Mercer, Lt. Lao, and Lt. Osborn.” David paused between each name, giving me an opportunity to shake hands and welcome each person to the house. “To the far right is Lt. Carpenter.”
“Devon.” I nodded a brief acknowledgement and turned to face David, “I’m starving, let’s all head for the table.”
****************
Ken’s secret-recipe BBQ chicken was a hit. He was a great nurse and personal assistant when I first hired him, about nine months ago. He gets major friend points for putting up with me when I was fresh out of the rehabilitation center and learning to adapt to the whole blind and disoriented life I was now living. After David moved in, and Red and I were working comfortably together, we reviewed our needs and asked Ken to stay on as our cook and houseman. Score for us, because the man has serious kitchen skills. The fact that Ken is dating, and now living with, my best friend, Janey, is just an additional bonus… it’s like we’re keeping him in the family!
“Ken, I have to say, this is one of the nicest cucumber salads I’ve had. And, you’re telling me there’s no sugar or salt in it? What do you use for flavor?” That sounded like Lt. Mercer, but I hadn’t heard Lt. Lao speak enough to distinguish between the two women.
“I use the Greek vanilla yoghurt instead of plain, and add lemon juice and dill,” Ken replied. “There’s bound to be sugar in the flavored yoghurt, but it is still a bit healthier than adding extra salt and sugar. With Bas and David preferring less sodium and calories, it’s been a fun challenge to work with more herbs and fruit juices for flavoring foods.”
“Luckily, they’re not total fitness fanatics, so I still get some fat and carbs in my food, but I have noticed my energy levels are increased since we cut back on the sweets and the fat,” I said, forking a spoonful of calorie-laden potato salad in my mouth, although, come to think of it, Ken’s probably done something to it too. Yeah, there was a hint of dill, and… Geez, did he add hard-boiled eggs? I chewed a couple more times. I think there was less potato in my potato salad, and… was that bell pepper?
“Why are you glaring at your fork?” David asked with a laugh in his tone. “Did you just realize Ken changed the recipe?”
I glanced in his direction with squinty-eyes and a (hopefully) threatening glare, “There is a noticeable absence of potatoes, mayo, and pickles in my salad. All my starch and salty
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