Sunday, January 13, 2013

Sunday Six: Dinner

Today's Sunday Six from Chapter Two of Rock Killer:

Dr. McConnell was about 65 and balding.  His grizzled mustache moved in an undulating motion when he chewed.  When he didn't have food in his mouth he puffed on a cigarette, oblivious to how his guests felt about the noxious fumes.  Mrs. McConnell was a dumpy woman who needed to do something, anything, with her short, gray hair.

The meal was a vegetarian delight.  Alex had just spent almost six months in space where meat was rehydrated, tasteless, and expensive as hell.