Even though Rose wished Josh a good night, he was going to be back tomorrow to do a couple of more things for her. The sun was hanging near the horizon and Rose could hear Robin’s singing what seemed like a goodnight tune. She had the clean curtains and valance’s already back up on the windows. And the towels were currently rolling around in the dryer. Her roasted chicken was almost done so she started the rice in the rice cooker.
Rose felt like a lot was accomplished today and that her new home was beginning to become hers. She turned on her television and flipped through the guide. She ran across the old show, “Murder She Wrote” and turned it on. Wow, I haven’t seen this in years, she thought. Rose got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen. She picked up the teapot and filled it with more water. She set it back on the burner and turned it on. In the cupboard, she pulled out some chamomile tea this time.
Rose took a clean cup from the cupboard and put a teabag in it. She slid the sugar jar over and scooped two teaspoons into her cup. She turned the air fryer oven off and with a couple of hot pads, she took her roasted chicken and carrots out of it. I’ll let that sit while my rice finishes up, she thought. Just then the teapot started to whistle. Rose turned the burner off, picked up the teapot, and poured the hot water into her cup.
“This is going to be a delicious dinner,” Rose sniffed the air above the chicken as she put the pot back on the stove.
While her tea was steeping the rice cooker timer dinged. She took out a glass plate from the cupboard, and a serving spoon and carving knife from the drawer. She carved some of the gold crispy-skinned juicy breast meat from the chicken and put it on her plate. She then scooped up some tender carrots and put them on her plate. Carefully, she lifted the lid of the rice cooker and scooped some rice onto her plate.
Rose took the teabag out of her cup and threw it away. She stirred her tea and then took out a fork from the drawer. She picked up her plate, napkin, and tea and went into the living room. She set her tea down on the coffee table and sat down with her plate. She couldn’t wait to taste the chicken. The air fryer oven gave it a nice crispy skin but kept the meat very moist. Perfect every time, she thought.
Rose enjoyed her meal and watched the show on the television. She did have to turn on the floor lamp by the wingback chair because the sun had gone down. When Rose was finished she put her empty plate on the coffee table and sat back to drink her tea. It was another quiet night in the country with the exception of the sound from her TV this time.
Rose watched two episodes of “Murder She Wrote” before she decided to change the channel. She flipped through the guide again and turned on a movie. She got up and took her plate and cup into the kitchen. While running the water to get it hot, she looked out the window. There was a little moonlight hitting the ground which brightened up the area some.
She put the stopper in the sink and filled it up with sudsy hot water. She put her dishes in the sink and then put the rice and carrots in containers. The chicken she wrapped up in foil and set it on a plate. She put all of the food into the refrigerator and then took care of all the dishes. While she was drying the dishes she looked out the window and noticed the barn door move. It could have been the wind but Rose didn’t think that it was that windy out. She peered out the window to see if it would move again but it didn’t.
“Hmm, well, it is a hanging door so I suppose it could move easily,” She watched it.
When Rose got done with the dishes she checked the back door to make sure it was locked. She opened up the basement door and listened. The dryer had stopped. I’ll take care of the towels tomorrow, she thought. So she shut the kitchen light off, walked into the living room, and plopped down on the sofa. She got involved in the movie that was on the TV but soon started to dose off.
Please join me again for more of: Rose’s Ghost.