Michael Cardwell

“He filled his Seahawks mug to the rim. The coffee was dark, earthy, straightforward, and carried a consistency of sludge. He liked coffee to bite back when you drank it. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and tried to remember the Oliver Wendell Holmes quote his father had chirped to his mother each morning after his first sip. Let’s see, how did it go . . . ? “The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.”
― Michael Cardwell, Frontier Justice: A Coogan Mystery

“Be careful and go straight home. Hospital’s full enough for today,” said Ben as he held her arm while she navigated a slick spot on the sidewalk. “Use your turn signals; don’t go switching lanes without warning people.” ​“I hate those things, all clickety-click,” replied Dorothy, as she stopped to slip her gloves on. “Besides, I never use the indicator, keeps the other drivers on their toes.” ​All Ben could do was shake his head and thank the heavens Dorothy drove slow enough to not so much crash into things as nestle up against them, kind of a vehicular hug.”
― Michael Cardwell, Frontier Justice: A Coogan Mystery