“Put it on Marla’s grocery list.”
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What you’re going to do is move out and move in with me.But Jake said nothing aloud. Davey picked up two strange looking pans. “What are those, indented cookie sheets?”
“No, they’re for madeleines. They are a cake-like cookie that you serve dipped in chocolate, with raspberry jam inside or dusted with powdered sugar. Jim said that they would be at Brian’s on Saturday morning while you played golf. If it’s okay with you, I’ll leave Marla a note telling her what to get from the store and I can make and freeze them Thursday night.”
“Because you took care of Spinelli, we’re both off on Friday so you can make them then. Make enough for the Doms or they’ll complain loudly. Come to think of it, so will I.” Jake chuckled. “Let’s get going.”
The ride to New Jersey was quick and uneventful. They dropped Davey off at the studio then Jake instructed the driver to put Bear’s address in his GPS. Jake slowly stewed until he got there.