Secret Ingredient

R Tyne Bryl

Description

Tommy is taking Curt home to meet his parents for Thanksgiving. The only redeeming factor to sitting down to dinner with his family and their decade-old strained relationship is Tommy's love for his mother's cranberry sauce. What he's about to discover is that every great recipe, whether for relationships or cranberry sauce, has a secret ingredient that makes everything better. A short story from our Diversity line.

Sujets

• Short story

Informations

• Publié par: Untreed Reads
• Date de parution: 15 novembre 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781611870305
• Langue: English

Extrait

The Secret Ingredient
By Bryl R. Tyne
Copyright 2010 by Bryl R. Tyne
Cover Copyright 2010 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to the living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Also by Bryl R. Tyne and Untreed Reads Publishing
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The Zagzagel Diaries: Desperate
The Zagzagel Diaries: Forsaken
The Zagzagel Diaries: Lost
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The Secret Ingredient
Bryl R. Tyne
Curt pulled our Toyota Trooper between the Treadwells’ Beemer and their Taurus and cut the engine.
For all intents and purposes, the Treadwells are my parents, though I’d never called Mr. Treadwell, Dad, and but for the occasional scraped knee or hurt ego had I referred to the woman who’d brought me into this world as, Mom.