Tarragon

By Lawrence Van Hoof

Three years after a young man's girlfriend disappeared, he still can't face the terrible truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lawrence Van Hoof
• Release date: Dec 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9780987920805

Lawrence Van Hoof

Lawrence Van Hoof was born in Helmond, The Netherlands, and grew up in southwestern Ontario, Canada.He holds a B.Sc. in biochemistry from the University of Guelph.Currently he lives in Toronto, Canada, after teaching English for three years in South Korea.

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Tarragon

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Lawrence Van Hoof

This publication is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental.

Copyright © Lawrence Van Hoof, 2011

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Tarragon

A FRYING PAN FILLED with sliced potatoes spits grease on the stove top while I sit at the kitchen table and flip through one of Tarragon’s books. She used to leave them on my bed, a new book every couple of weeks, hoping I would read them. I usually did. Back then I had just finished the office administration program at the local college and started working at the steel plant. Somehow I’m still there, but thanks to the old man I usually end up as somebody’s doormat. And maybe that’s only fair. Karmic. The old man’s connections got me the job in the first place.

In a way, I suppose he got me a date with Tarragon too. I’ve always hated grapes—raisins too—but he raised hell if I forgot them, so I was checking the red ones for bruises when she surprised with her soft and slightly nasal voice.

Do you know what they spray those with?

I turned, spilling a couple of the grapes on the floor, and a girl looked up into my face. She stood about