Windwood Farm (Taryn's Camera) by Rebecca Patrick-Howard Read Free Book Online

added. Taryn was a little forlorn that her baked potato and soup were getting cold while she was having this conversation but she really couldn’t put it off. The woman had already called her three times that day . She’d ignored those calls because she was busy. (Once she was driving, once she’d been in the bathtub, and the third time she’d been having a self-imposed time-out.)
    “Oh yes, I knew you’d like it. It’s a wonderful farm. Such a shame what’s going to happen to it, isn’t it? Of course, none of us remember what it used to look like , but you should have seen the farm on the other side of it, too. Now that was something to see! The house was one of the grandest in Kentucky. It was torn down years ago, though,” Priscilla said sadly.
    “Oh, what happened?” Taryn asked, both out of politeness and interest.
    “A tornado took most of it and then it became dangerous. The family had the rest demolished and then they put in one of those subdivisions. It was a real southern beauty, though. The family, the Fitzgeralds, they owned most of the county at the time,” Priscilla added.
    “Wish I could have seen it,” Taryn said sincerely.
    “Well, listen, I’ll let you get back to your dinner. I just wanted to let you know that we’re grateful you’re here and that we will see you soon!” As Priscilla hung up the phone, Taryn could hear her coughing again.
    The coffee shop soup and baked potato were mostly warm by the time she got to them and the sweet tea felt nice after a long day out in the sun. She’d bought herself a pitcher and some packets at the store and was planning on making her own and taking it out to the farm with her while she worked. Her New Year’s resolution included cutting down on caffeine. Normally, she tried not to unleash a decaffeinated version of herself on humanity, but she was really trying to get healthier these days.
     
     
    “ I wasn’t even thinking when I called you earlier. It was just about dusk, wasn’t it?” Matt apologized.
    Taryn could hear him clanging on metal in the background. He was either cooking or thinking about cooking when she talked to him. They almost always put one another on speakerphone when they talked to each other. She wasn’t offended. Neither one of them were capable of sitting still for long periods of time. They had to be doing something. She was currently in a partial stage of undressing herself and had her shirt over her head while she attempted to give him a muffled reply. “Hmuuhyphh…”
    “Did you get anything accomplished today?”
    Having tugged on her nightgown, she plugged in her flash drive and sat down in front of her computer in the middle of her hotel bed and began uploading her pictures. It was an old laptop and she wasn’t optimistic that it was going to be a quick process. It never was. In the meantime, she fell back on the pillow and began flipping through the limited television channels.
    “I think so. It’s an interesting one. Lots of stone. Bad feelings, you know?”
    “Already? That’s fast. Hold on just a minute. I’m boiling over…”
    Matt loved to cook more than he loved to do just about anything. As a physicist, cooking was his stress reliever, and it was a sad irony he didn’t have anyone special in his life to share any of the grand meals he concocted. More often than not, he ended up tossing out all of the gourmet recipes he created night after night. She did appreciate hearing about them, though. “So what are we having tonight?”
    “Nothing special. Just some gumbo. I was feeling New Orleans. It’s been stewing all day though. It smells so good. I also made some rosemary ciabatta to go with it. The whole house smells nice and toasty.”
    “Nice! I had Taco Bell for lunch. And to make it a little classier, I also stopped at Panera Bread and finished it off with a chocolate chip bagel.”
    Matt sighed. “You’re going to die of food poisoning.”
    “Probably.” She didn’t tell him what