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Show 121 another breaking and entering on his part. Whether she knew it or not, they had taken up a life of crime together! Parker waited for a red light, wondering suddenly why Dyna was so quiet. "Hey, I didn't make you mad back there, did I?" "Huh?" she turned around. "No, I was thinking. I'm worried about how Oscar's going to take this." "What do you mean?" She hunched her shoulders. "Well, how would you feel? I don't mean the party. He's real excited about making sourdough pancakes for everyone, but having the class pay the taxes for him. I don't know how he'll take that." "How can he refuse? It's already done." "How's Simpson planning to tell him?" Parker shook his head. Hjs didn't know. "The thing that's bugging me," Dyna pulled down the sun visor, "I feel like we used Oscar's situation. It was a great thing for us. We were writing the TV show." "So? That makes our helping him out even more fitting, doesn't it?" Dyna still looked nervous. "You worry too much," Parker said, sounding like a parent. "You don't worry enough!" Dyna parented back. They both laughed. Parker's truck was the fourth vehicle to line up in front of Oscar's picket fence, leaving only one lane for other motorists. Quince Street, part of the Marmalade District, was narrow, uniting the other narrow streets in a sweet melange of fruits and nuts. To get to Oscar's, Parker and Dyna could have come in on Currant, Apricot, Plum or even Almond Street, it wouldn't have mattered. The streets and the neighborhood had been named over 100 years ago. Oscar's house itself was a relic from another age. A two-story cobblestone and brick wing formed the top of a T arrangement; a lower wing, now the kitchen, had been added at right angles to the first and became the leg of the T. Winter-bare ivy vines obscured much of the |
