Page 48 of My One
He woke right away. “What time is it?”
“Not sure, but I’m hungry.”
Avery sat up. “Yeah, let’s go.”
I grabbed his full beer. “Want to take this with us?”
“Don’t think that’s legal.”
“I’ll figure it out. No sense in wasting a good beer.”
There were no cups or tumblers with lids in sight, but I was able to find a bowl with a lid. I poured the beer into it while Avery grabbed the others from the fridge.
“We should ask Edna what day trash day is, so we can toss all this food,” he suggested.
“Yeah, we can do that tomorrow. We should talk to her about the funeral too.”
“Right. The funeral. Thank God my mom had a friend across the street. I would have even more questions than I do now.”
I nodded. “I know. I bet they were best friends.”
Avery smiled. “I hope so. I like Edna.”
“Me too.”
I couldn’t pinpoint it, but Edna reminded me of someone. I didn’t know who, but I liked her a lot. I was sad to think that she’d lost her best friend. I would be devastated if anything were to happen to Brooke.
Out of the top ten restaurants listed on the internet in Santa Barbara, we chose a taco stand that looked like it had killer tacos by all the good reviews and pictures. When we pulled up to the address, it was at a batting cage.
“What the—?” I questioned.
“There’s a line,” Avery advised.
“That’s a good sign. Just wasn’t expecting it to be at a batting cage.”
“Kill two birds with one stone.” Avery winked and chuckled.
“You want to hit a few rounds?”
Avery opened his door. “Wouldn’t hurt to let some frustration out with a bat.”
“For sure.” I smiled and opened my door. I’d never swung a bat before, but if Avery said it would help, it probably would.
Avery and I both ordered the Triple Play. It was three tacos of our choice. I got a chicken, a fried shrimp, and a fried cod taco, and Avery got a carne asada, a grilled shrimp, and a fried cod taco.
“California has the best tacos,” he stated around a bite.
I had to agree. I didn’t know why, but the tacos were the tastiest I’d ever had. “Even the cod. I was hesitant about a fish taco.”
My husband grinned at me.
“What?” I asked before taking another bite.
“I’d rather have your pink taco.”
I laughed. It was good Avery was making a joke. We needed it. “That can be arranged.”
He took another bite of his taco. “Good.”
