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final
death knell.
“ Thanks, Mrs. Reynolds,”
the bartender said. “I didn’t know she was that drunk. I only served her two
martinis. She must have been drinking before she came here. I hope that’s the
last we see of her. I really appreciate you going to bat for me.”
“Not a problem. Glad I was
able to help. Hate to categorize people, but she sure has the temperament of
the classic redhead fireball, and in her case the fire is obviously fueled by
alcohol.”
Kelly turned and walked
back to the kitchen to see how Nico and Sophie were doing.
“ Chérie , would you
do me a favor? Could you take the new menu to Hank’s Print Shop for me? His
shop is just a few doors down the street. I’d go, but there is so much for me
to learn. I think my time would be better spent staying here.”
“Of course. I’ll take care
of it. What kind of paper do you want it printed on and how many copies? Should
I ask him if he could send the bill here, or do you want me to pay for it?”
“Tell him I’m the new
owner of the restaurant and to send the bill here. He knows I’m good for it.
Nico, I think black ink on a pale rust colored paper would work. That’s similar
to the color of the regular menu. Would that work for you?”
“Yes. That sounds great.
Kelly, I think you should order about five hundred copies. We usually wipe down
the regular menus each day, but these won’t have a protective coating on them,
so we’ll probably have to throw a lot of them away after we use them.”
“Okay. See you later.”
CHAPTER 12
When Kelly walked out the back door
of the restaurant she involuntarily blinked as the sun on the warm August day
was shining brightly. “Rebel, come,” she said to the big boxer who was sleeping
by the door. They walked between the restaurant and the building next door,
turning left onto the sidewalk as they started walking towards Hank’s Print
Shop.
Well, this is probably
going to be my only time to explore the Pearl District and walking halfway down
one street is not what I really had in mind. However, given everything that’s
happened, I don’t think there’s any way Sophie and I will be able to take the
exploratory trip I had in mind.
She stopped and looked in
the window of the antique shop that was next to the restaurant. The eclectic
art deco style of the store was reflected in the sleek, geometric shapes and
angular patterns of the furniture and decorative accessories. Highly lacquered
veneer tables, chrome lamps, brightly colored Native American rugs, and exotic
influences from Mexico, Africa, Egypt and Asia fit in perfectly with the feel
of the Pearl District. It was a shop that cried out to be explored, and Kelly
wished she had the time to do just that, but it wasn’t meant to be.
Next to it was a postage
stamp size dog park. Benches and bright red fire hydrants had been placed in a
small grassy area between two buildings. Owners sat on the benches and their
dogs frolicked in the fenced park. Kelly approvingly noticed that a hose to
fill water dishes for the dogs was located at the rear of the enclosed area.
Rebel stopped at the gate and looked up inquiringly at Kelly as if to say, “We
could use a little break. It’s been a rough day. Let’s go in.”
“Sorry, boy, not today.
We’ve got things to do.”
They passed an art
gallery specializing in pen and ink drawings which were tastefully displayed on
brightly colored easels and on the walls of the shop. In keeping with the theme
of the nearby dog park, the artist had captured dogs in all kinds of
activities. The black and white drawings were a great contrast to the vibrant
bright colors which dominated the gallery.
The building next to Hank’s
was the home of a large yoga studio. As Kelly approached she saw several
students entering the studio carrying bright yoga mats in greens,
death knell.
“ Thanks, Mrs. Reynolds,”
the bartender said. “I didn’t know she was that drunk. I only served her two
martinis. She must have been drinking before she came here. I hope that’s the
last we see of her. I really appreciate you going to bat for me.”
“Not a problem. Glad I was
able to help. Hate to categorize people, but she sure has the temperament of
the classic redhead fireball, and in her case the fire is obviously fueled by
alcohol.”
Kelly turned and walked
back to the kitchen to see how Nico and Sophie were doing.
“ Chérie , would you
do me a favor? Could you take the new menu to Hank’s Print Shop for me? His
shop is just a few doors down the street. I’d go, but there is so much for me
to learn. I think my time would be better spent staying here.”
“Of course. I’ll take care
of it. What kind of paper do you want it printed on and how many copies? Should
I ask him if he could send the bill here, or do you want me to pay for it?”
“Tell him I’m the new
owner of the restaurant and to send the bill here. He knows I’m good for it.
Nico, I think black ink on a pale rust colored paper would work. That’s similar
to the color of the regular menu. Would that work for you?”
“Yes. That sounds great.
Kelly, I think you should order about five hundred copies. We usually wipe down
the regular menus each day, but these won’t have a protective coating on them,
so we’ll probably have to throw a lot of them away after we use them.”
“Okay. See you later.”
CHAPTER 12
When Kelly walked out the back door
of the restaurant she involuntarily blinked as the sun on the warm August day
was shining brightly. “Rebel, come,” she said to the big boxer who was sleeping
by the door. They walked between the restaurant and the building next door,
turning left onto the sidewalk as they started walking towards Hank’s Print
Shop.
Well, this is probably
going to be my only time to explore the Pearl District and walking halfway down
one street is not what I really had in mind. However, given everything that’s
happened, I don’t think there’s any way Sophie and I will be able to take the
exploratory trip I had in mind.
She stopped and looked in
the window of the antique shop that was next to the restaurant. The eclectic
art deco style of the store was reflected in the sleek, geometric shapes and
angular patterns of the furniture and decorative accessories. Highly lacquered
veneer tables, chrome lamps, brightly colored Native American rugs, and exotic
influences from Mexico, Africa, Egypt and Asia fit in perfectly with the feel
of the Pearl District. It was a shop that cried out to be explored, and Kelly
wished she had the time to do just that, but it wasn’t meant to be.
Next to it was a postage
stamp size dog park. Benches and bright red fire hydrants had been placed in a
small grassy area between two buildings. Owners sat on the benches and their
dogs frolicked in the fenced park. Kelly approvingly noticed that a hose to
fill water dishes for the dogs was located at the rear of the enclosed area.
Rebel stopped at the gate and looked up inquiringly at Kelly as if to say, “We
could use a little break. It’s been a rough day. Let’s go in.”
“Sorry, boy, not today.
We’ve got things to do.”
They passed an art
gallery specializing in pen and ink drawings which were tastefully displayed on
brightly colored easels and on the walls of the shop. In keeping with the theme
of the nearby dog park, the artist had captured dogs in all kinds of
activities. The black and white drawings were a great contrast to the vibrant
bright colors which dominated the gallery.
The building next to Hank’s
was the home of a large yoga studio. As Kelly approached she saw several
students entering the studio carrying bright yoga mats in greens,
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