Mr. Monk On the Couch (2011)
“Monk on the Couch /**/ CHAPTER FOURTEEN Mr. Monk Has a Chat I was having my morning coffee and perusing the newspaper when I heard the sound of a motorcycle pulling into my driveway. I peeked out of my kitchen window and saw Yuki getting off her Harley.
I opened the front door and waited there for her as she came up the front walk, her helmet under one arm, a messenger sack slung over the other.
“What brings you out here?” I asked.
“I was coming into the city for our midweek shopping run anyway..., so Ambrose thought it would be a good idea if I briefed you personally on what we’ve learned.”
“Come on in,” I said. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
She walked past me into the living room. “That depends. Is it fresh ground or instant?”
“Instant,” I said.
“Perfect,” she said.
“You prefer instant over fresh ground?”
“I also prefer orange juice made from concentrate over fresh squeezed,” she said. “Does that make me a freak?”
“It makes you far more likely to be satisfied with what I’ve got to offer guests.MoreLess
I opened the front door and waited there for her as she came up the front walk, her helmet under one arm, a messenger sack slung over the other.
“What brings you out here?” I asked.
“I was coming into the city for our midweek shopping run anyway..., so Ambrose thought it would be a good idea if I briefed you personally on what we’ve learned.”
“Come on in,” I said. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
She walked past me into the living room. “That depends. Is it fresh ground or instant?”
“Instant,” I said.
“Perfect,” she said.
“You prefer instant over fresh ground?”
“I also prefer orange juice made from concentrate over fresh squeezed,” she said. “Does that make me a freak?”
“It makes you far more likely to be satisfied with what I’ve got to offer guests.MoreLess
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