Harry decided that he’d be better off dead.
He had the coffee maker figured out, so that part of it was okay. And to replace the soiled Hugo Boss the Judge had found him an Eagle Cove t-shirt with more of Ma’s art on it. He only wore t-shirts when he played racquetball and it left him feeling strangely exposed. Ma’s art made him feel like a walking billboard for opportunistic exploitation. Didn’t the man respect anything about his wife’s legacy? Every local would recognize it and know that her son was wearing…
Least of his problems.
It took him a while to understand that the Judge had very specific rules of the kitchen, which really shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it was.
He offered omelets five different ways that weren’t written down on the menu; thankfully the locals knew them and Harry……
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