Chapter 22

He scrolled quickly through the recipe for what seemed like the hundredth time and began the careful measuring that the smiling Internet lady had told him would ensure success. He had no idea why he was even bothering; no one would be stopping in, he had no immediate plans to visit anywhere himself, and he was more than sure if he dared to offer the postal services guy some baked goods in thanks for the man’s services, that he’d find the entire offering tossed in the ditch at the end of the driveway. He didn’t really even relish the idea of baking. When a mind began suggesting it would be okay to chat up the furniture though, Randy figured it was probably a good idea to start getting that mind busy on something. If cookies would do the job, then cookies it would be.