All The King's Horses: A Tale Of Eternal Love by Alethea Downs Page B
Authors: Alethea Downs
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trials then maybe it will,” Don said thoughtfully. “Otherwise it’ll be another ten years before anything is released through the drug companies. Sadly, it’s a very slow process to get something from the conception stage through to a marketable product.”
“You make it all sound so clinical.”
“I’m afraid it is, Kent. I sincerely wish it were otherwise, but it is only the big drug companies who have the money to invest in new cancer drugs, and they’re not doing it for reasons of philanthropy.” He sighed deeply. “It’s all about money to them, making as large a return on their investment as they possibly can.”
As Don’s line suddenly jerked tight cutting the conversation dead the boat erupted into a hive of activity. The struggle lasted ten minutes before a magnificent kingfish was landed flapping in the bottom of the boat.
“He’s a beauty, Don,” Kent said admiringly, as he unhooked it and handed it to his client for the obligatory photo session.
In all the American’s landed sixteen legally sized fish, mostly kingfish, but with a couple of snapper and one kahawai thrown in. By the time they chugged in to the marina early that evening all on board were tired but elated.
“Say, Kent,” Don had moved forward to the helm to be near the skipper, “do you know a good restaurant in Paihia three hungry American’s could get a good meal?”
Kent thought on it for a moment.”There are a lot of good restaurants in town,” he concluded. “I guess it depends on what sort of food you’re into.”
“We’re into all kinds of food,” Don admitted. “We aren’t overly fussy. So what do you suggest?”
Kent cast his eyes over the weary bunch for a few seconds. “How about coming back to my place for dinner?”
Don shook his head. “We couldn’t possibly put you out like that. Besides, I don’t think your good lady would be too pleased if you arrived home with four strangers smelling of fish.”
“My wife is one in a million,” Kent assured him. “And I come home smelling of fish every day and she hasn’t complained yet. Besides, “he said, thinking back to her encounter with the dolphins, “she’s part mermaid, so fish is her thing.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Now I must warn you,” you Kant said, as he led the four men up the path to the front door, “my father-in-law lives with us and he’s a bit eccentric.”
“Define eccentric,” Simon said.
“You’ll discover soon enough. But I will advise you not to be offended by what he calls you. He quite simply is the worst person I’ve come across for remembering names.”
“Sounds like quite a character,” Ted chipped in.
“Oh, he’s that alright,” Kent replied, grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t wait to see what he comes up with this time.”
Christy and Jack were in the kitchen working on the dinner when Kent came in. She left what she was doing and walked into his arms. “I’ve missed you terribly,” she whispered.
“I’ve missed you too.”
“Thank you for calling ahead about bringing your clients home for dinner. It’s still three quarters of an hour off being ready yet, but it’ll be worth the wait.”
“You’re wonderful,” he murmured.
“Alright, that’s enough of that nonsense,” Jack said irritably. “While you two are whispering sweet nothings to each other I’m desperately trying to keep all these pot lids on,”
Christy gazed up into Kent’s eyes and smiled. “I’d better help him or I’ll never hear the end of it. Could you take your clients through to the lounge and keep them entertained for half an hour? We’ll come out and meet them as soon as we’ve got dinner under control.”
Taking the four men through to the lounge Kent kept them occupied with his photo albums of various fishing expeditions he had been on. By the time Christy called them through for dinner the four men were excitedly planning their next fishing trip.
“Introductions first,” Kent said, as
“You make it all sound so clinical.”
“I’m afraid it is, Kent. I sincerely wish it were otherwise, but it is only the big drug companies who have the money to invest in new cancer drugs, and they’re not doing it for reasons of philanthropy.” He sighed deeply. “It’s all about money to them, making as large a return on their investment as they possibly can.”
As Don’s line suddenly jerked tight cutting the conversation dead the boat erupted into a hive of activity. The struggle lasted ten minutes before a magnificent kingfish was landed flapping in the bottom of the boat.
“He’s a beauty, Don,” Kent said admiringly, as he unhooked it and handed it to his client for the obligatory photo session.
In all the American’s landed sixteen legally sized fish, mostly kingfish, but with a couple of snapper and one kahawai thrown in. By the time they chugged in to the marina early that evening all on board were tired but elated.
“Say, Kent,” Don had moved forward to the helm to be near the skipper, “do you know a good restaurant in Paihia three hungry American’s could get a good meal?”
Kent thought on it for a moment.”There are a lot of good restaurants in town,” he concluded. “I guess it depends on what sort of food you’re into.”
“We’re into all kinds of food,” Don admitted. “We aren’t overly fussy. So what do you suggest?”
Kent cast his eyes over the weary bunch for a few seconds. “How about coming back to my place for dinner?”
Don shook his head. “We couldn’t possibly put you out like that. Besides, I don’t think your good lady would be too pleased if you arrived home with four strangers smelling of fish.”
“My wife is one in a million,” Kent assured him. “And I come home smelling of fish every day and she hasn’t complained yet. Besides, “he said, thinking back to her encounter with the dolphins, “she’s part mermaid, so fish is her thing.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Now I must warn you,” you Kant said, as he led the four men up the path to the front door, “my father-in-law lives with us and he’s a bit eccentric.”
“Define eccentric,” Simon said.
“You’ll discover soon enough. But I will advise you not to be offended by what he calls you. He quite simply is the worst person I’ve come across for remembering names.”
“Sounds like quite a character,” Ted chipped in.
“Oh, he’s that alright,” Kent replied, grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t wait to see what he comes up with this time.”
Christy and Jack were in the kitchen working on the dinner when Kent came in. She left what she was doing and walked into his arms. “I’ve missed you terribly,” she whispered.
“I’ve missed you too.”
“Thank you for calling ahead about bringing your clients home for dinner. It’s still three quarters of an hour off being ready yet, but it’ll be worth the wait.”
“You’re wonderful,” he murmured.
“Alright, that’s enough of that nonsense,” Jack said irritably. “While you two are whispering sweet nothings to each other I’m desperately trying to keep all these pot lids on,”
Christy gazed up into Kent’s eyes and smiled. “I’d better help him or I’ll never hear the end of it. Could you take your clients through to the lounge and keep them entertained for half an hour? We’ll come out and meet them as soon as we’ve got dinner under control.”
Taking the four men through to the lounge Kent kept them occupied with his photo albums of various fishing expeditions he had been on. By the time Christy called them through for dinner the four men were excitedly planning their next fishing trip.
“Introductions first,” Kent said, as
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