Jonathan Quinlan's joining a gay men's chorus created a number of logistical problems for his partner, p.i. Dick Hardesty, when it came to caring for five-year-old Joshua. But they managed until a murder of one of the chorus members set Dick off on the trail of the murderer.
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"Black pants are black pants," I said as wemade our way into yet another men's clothing store in the second mall we'd scoured in our...well, Jonathn's...search.
"No, they're not," Jonathan aid. "They have to be the right black pants, and I haven't found them yet. I'll know them when I do.
Joshua, who had been alternately munching from a small bag of caramel corn and trying to wander off on his own, announced simultaneously that he was thirsty and that he had to go to the bathroom.
"Look," I said to Jonathan, "you go in and look around and I'll take Joshua to the bathroom and get him some water, and we'll meet back here."
"I don't want water. I want a Coke!" Joshua declared.
"And I want a million dollars," I said, reaching for his free hand. "Sometimes e just have to settle for what we can get." I intended that little moral lesson for Jonathan as well as Joshua, but it went right over both their heads. Joshua informed me he did not want a million dollars: he wanted a Coke. Not water. A Coke.
As Jonathan went into the store, I dragged a pouting Joshua off in search of a water fountain and a bathroom.
When high school principal Jerry Egge is brutally murdered, Deputy sheriff Dave Jenkins begins an eerie investigation. Just about everyone in Soldier, Minnesota, is a suspect.
"Murder isn't usually this funny."
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