Bidder Number Forty-Seven Offers Three Hundred Five Thousand for the Kearney Farm
“Two dashes, just like your mother taught me.”
“My mother uses three dashes.”
“Your mother has a burned-out palate,” I said.
Luke scooped a little chili onto the spoon and blew on it.
He walked over to the desk and held it out.
I leaned forward and tasted the warm, savory sauce.
“Okay, two is enough,” Luke said.
He went back to the stove and turned the burner down to a low simmer.
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