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‘That Elodie seems like a real spitfire,’ Mr Barnes chimed in taking his first bite and chewing only twice before swallowing.
‘Seems like?’ I asked. ‘Don’t you know who she is?’
Flora shook her head, ‘No, it’s a big mystery!’
‘Every now and then, Crazy Jackie claims it’s her, but that woman couldn’t find a shoe in a shoe store, much less give coherent advice like Elodie,’ Lena said. When she took a bite, her eyebrows rose for just a fraction of a second.
‘Anyway, we talk about her columns a lot, so you should probably keep up with them,’ Flora told me.
‘Of course, I’ll start to read them,’ I said, hoping that I would remember to do it when the day was over. It felt like it was non-optional homework. I took a bite of my blueberry pie, and slowly chewed as all the wrong flavors burst into my mouth. This didn’t taste like Aunt Erma’s pie. It was too sweet and the crumble topping wasn’t crumbling at all. It was too hard and crunchy. I would have to try a different recipe tomorrow. Or maybe I would have to just practice more.
When there was a lull in the conversation, I asked questions about Aunt Erma. ‘Didn’t she give you any idea where she was going?’ I asked.
‘I’m sorry, but she didn’t say,’ Flora said.
‘Don’t worry, she’ll probably be back before you know it,’ Lena offered.
‘But how did she sound when she left?’ I asked, remembering the anxious pitch of her voice in the message on my phone.
‘I didn’t actually see her before she left,’ Flora spoke slowly. ‘She taped the note for you and one for me on the back door of my shop.’
‘But you didn’t see her?’ I was hoping Flora would tell me that Aunt Erma seemed just fine and had a perfectly logical explanation for leaving me here alone. ‘What did she say in the note to you? Can I see it?’
‘She wrote that she had to go take care of something. I think I tossed the note out, but don’t worry, she sounded very calm and said she’d be back soon,’ Flora explained. She glanced over at Mr Barnes.
I wanted to believe her. I got up to serve two customers some apple pie.
‘It’s in a prime spot. It won’t be empty long,’ Lena was saying when I sat back down at the table.
‘What’s a prime spot?’ I asked.
‘There’s an empty storefront in the town square. It used to be McCullen’s Dress Shop until Stewart ran off with that woman who was passing through. What did she do for a living?’ Lena asked.
‘Pinball machine maintenance,’ Flora chimed in.
‘That’s a job?’ I began to wonder how many pinball machines there were in the world, how often they broke down, and how one would train to become a pinball maintenance person.
The conversation slid along while I pondered these things, leaving me no time to ask my suddenly burning questions about pinball machine maintenance.
‘I hope it’s a pet store,’ Mr Barnes said. Apparently, the only thing holding him back from getting a cat was the lack of easy access to pet supplies.
‘He’s been using that excuse for ages,’ Lena said. ‘He’s never going to get a cat.’
‘There’s a cat that’s been hanging around the back door. You could probably adopt her,’ I offered.
‘I think I’ve seen that cat. The one with the silver fur?’ Flora said.
‘Yes!’
‘I hadn’t seen her until recently but I don’t think she’s a stray. She looks well cared for,’ Flora said, shoving the last of her pie into her mouth and washing it down with a big gulp of coffee.
‘I wish she’d spend more time at her home then,’ I grumbled.
‘Maybe it will be one of those fancy wine bars. I’ve always wanted to sniff and swirl a glass of wine and talk about the various subtle flavor notes,’ Lena said.
‘I just hope it’s not another bookstore,’ Flora said. ‘It’s a tough market already.’
‘Even if there were a hundred bookstores in town, yours would still be the best,’ Mr Barnes said, patting her arm.
‘I just hope that whatever it is, they’re ready to deal with the idiosyncrasies of this town. That takes a special person,’ Lena added. ‘Like Susanna.’
I nodded, giving them a weak smile as I thought about my packed bag upstairs.
Chapter 4
Day 3 ― Friday, November 4th
Dear Elodie,
I just started a new job, and it’s not going well. I’m over-motivated and under qualified. I feel like everyone is watching, waiting for me to make a mistake. Unfortunately, I give people a lot to talk about with all the mistakes that I make. Should I just go back to my old job? Or should I stick it out and hope that I get better?
Sincerely,
A Success at Failure
Dear A Success at Failure,
‘Fake it till you make it’ is a phrase for a reason. You can succeed at your new job. It just might take a little time, and even though you may not realize it, there are people around you who want to see you succeed and will be happy to help you. Put a smile on your face and move forward with confidence. I have no doubt you’ll be successful at anything you put your mind to.
Ask and I’ll Answer,
Elodie
I could still see the flames dancing behind my eyelids every time I blinked. Day two of baking my own pies was not going better than day one.
‘The fire extinguisher is right here. Try to remember that next time.’ A man with cropped blond hair pointed to the red canister on the wall while two other firefighters opened the windows to air the place out. I certainly hoped there wouldn’t be a next time.
‘Yeah, I see it now. Thanks.’ I couldn’t keep the edge out of my voice, and my hand shook as I brushed the hair out of my face. I vaguely remembered seeing it there, but I had never been one to react well in a panic situation.
When I’d first started working at Hal’s Handyman, I drilled a hole in a water line when I was hanging some pictures in a bathroom. Water was spraying out of the wall, and I ran around in circles yelling and slipping in puddles until my friend and coworker Josh walked in and calmly turned off the water at the shutoff valve. Josh was one of those people who never got riled up about anything.
‘I heard this little guy whimpering at the top of the stairs.’ The redheaded firefighter came over carrying Mitzy. She handed me the wide-eyed dog.
It had happened so fast. Smoke poured out of the oven. The smoke detectors screeched loudly. When I opened the oven door, the bottom was on fire. I ran to the sink and filled my hands with water and splashed it inside, which of course did nothing. So, I’d grabbed a towel, got it wet, and threw it on the flames. It wasn’t wet enough because it ignited immediately. Finally, I got a bowl of water and managed to douse the flames, but not before getting a visit from the friendly neighborhood fire department.
‘Could you turn the flashing lights off?’ I asked. A crowd had begun to gather in the street.
‘Yes, but everyone in town will still know we were here within the hour,’ the guy said.
‘Don’t worry. They’ll have something else to talk about tomorrow.’ The last firefighter came over carrying a clipboard. He took his helmet off and tucked it under his arm. His gray hair was slicked back, and his piercing blue eyes gave me a good-natured wink.
I’d found Aunt Erma’s sales records in one of the files in the bottom drawer of her desk. My first day in town, when everyone came to gawk, I had sold more than she did on an average day. Yesterday, I had only done about a quarter of the business she usually did. I was hoping I could do better today. I was not off to a good start.
After the firefighters left, I set Mitzy on one of the red chairs out front and surveyed the kitchen. I coughed a little. The smoke was thinning now that they had all the doors and windows opened.
I could still hear the excited chatter of the lookie-loos outside. Why didn’t they just go home?
I finished putting together and baking the other pies. I stared through the window of the oven, panicked that some juice might spill over and start an oven fire. I couldn’t have the fire department out twice in one day.
The Morning Pie Crew were my first customers of the day. Mr Barnes and Lena teasingly sang a few rounds of ‘Ring of Fire.’ Flora, with her brow wrinkled, kept asking if I was OK. Finally, they changed the subject.
‘The Fall Festival is next week!’ Flora said, clapping her hands.
‘I know! I can’t wait!’ Lena squealed. ‘I heard that they are going to have dueling pianos as the entertainment this year. There’s something about two people playing the piano that really gets me going. I’ll be ready to shake my money maker!’ She wiggled a little in her seat, giving us a preview of things to come.
‘What’s the Fall Festival?’ I asked.
‘It’s our town’s celebration of fall,’ Mr Barnes offered helpfully. ‘Really, just an excuse to eat mini donuts and drink Lena’s special lemonade.’ He gave her a wink.
‘My lemonade will put hair on your chest,’ Lena added.
‘Erma’s Pies has a booth there,’ Flora told me. ‘You should probably start preparing in case Erma’s not back in time.’
My eyes widened. How could I prepare for this when I could barely keep the pie shop running?
‘Erma made eighty pies last year,’ Lena chimed in. ‘And she sold out before noon!’
I tried to speak, but I think I just let out a little squeak. Eighty pies? At the rate I was baking, I would have to start now to be ready … for next year’s festival.
‘Remember six years ago when the clown snuck up on Gerald?’ Lena hooted. ‘Gerald is the town wrestler,’ she explained to me, as though ‘town wrestler’ was an actual title that should make sense to me.
‘Oh yes,’ Mr Barnes said with a chuckle. ‘Gerald is a big guy, as you can imagine, and he ran screaming from the town square. We had to send out a search party! We finally found him in the lilac bushes behind the old church.’
‘You guys shouldn’t be laughing at him,’ Flora tsked. ‘Fear of clowns is a legitimate thing.’
‘Even Gerald laughs at it now,’ Lena said. ‘Though we haven’t had a clown at the festival since.’
I stopped listening as I began to wonder how I could make enough pies for the festival. On the plus side, my baking wasn’t as good as Aunt Erma’s yet, so maybe I wouldn’t sell as much. Perhaps I could get by with baking forty, or maybe even thirty pies. But the thought of baking even thirty pies all at once made my head spin. When I finally tuned back into the conversation, they had moved off the topic of clowns and phobias.
Just before closing time, a customer came in. She was much shorter than I was and very muscular. She wore a bright yellow workout shirt with the name Gina’s Gym embroidered in the corner. I greeted her with a smile.
‘What can I get for you?’ I asked. ‘The blueberry crumble has been mighty popular today.’ I tried my best sales pitch even though most customers today had only come in to order coffee so they could ask me about the fire.
At that, she wrinkled her nose. How dare she? Who wrinkled their nose at blueberry crumble pie? I could already tell that she and I would not be friends.
‘I’m not here for pie,’ she said. Clearly, she wandered through the wrong door. ‘I’m here to discuss the possibility of you serving healthier options at your establishment.’
‘What?’
‘The town is participating in a statewide weight loss challenge,’ she told me. ‘It’s going to be great publicity for my gym, but so many people have been coming into your shop every day and overindulging on empty calories that we’re having trouble making much headway.’
I stared blankly at her, which she took as a sign that she should continue talking.
‘I’m certainly not suggesting that you close your doors completely,’ she said, though the look on her face made me think she would like to suggest that. ‘I’d just like to recommend you try some of these recipes for healthier alternatives.’ She pushed a booklet across the counter towards me. I read the title: Fat Free Pies and Desserts. She had to be kidding. I wanted to throw her out, but despite my height advantage, I was pretty sure she could take me. So, I tried a different approach instead.
‘I’ll have to discuss it with my aunt when she gets back. She is the owner, after all. I don’t really have the power to make these decisions,’ I told her with a forced smile.
‘Well, every day counts,’ she said brightly. ‘Maybe you could call your aunt and then start implementing some changes. After all, obesity is a growing epidemic, and we all need to do our part to keep our town healthy.’
‘Pie makes people happy,’ I said through gritted teeth.
‘Ah, you’re one of those people. You probably eat chocolate when you’re sad too.’ She sized me up, her eyes rested for a moment on my thighs.
‘Oh look, it’s closing time,’ I said, even though there was still twenty minutes to go. ‘I have to lock up. Thanks for stopping in.’ I was unable to keep the hint of sarcasm out of my voice for the last part. I forced a polite smile, straining my cheek muscles, as I ushered her out the door. I picked up the booklet she left by the corner as though it might bite me and carried it directly to the garbage. I was pretty sure Aunt Erma wouldn’t be changing any of her famous recipes to low fat options. Even the thought made me shudder.
I was relieved to flip the sign at the front door from open to closed and lock up as soon as the clock switched from 5.59 p.m. to 6 p.m. I waved to Flora who was sitting in the window of her bookshop. Her open sign was still lit up.
Upstairs, I found Mitzy drooling on the newspaper that had been sitting on the kitchen table from this morning. She cracked an eye open when she heard me come in.
‘Oh, come on,’ I said, pulling the newspaper out from under her. She stood up with a sniff and stretched. I brought her outside, fed her, and took her outside again. She seemed to enjoy lying on my stuff, and I was worried what else she might do if given the opportunity.
After I was convinced Mitzy’s bladder was empty, I decided to stop at Flora’s bookshop to see if I could find a cookbook. Maybe something there would spark my inner Aunt Erma that I couldn’t seem to find on the internet. The sun was beginning to set on my short walk over to Flora’s, giving the streets a nice orange glow.
A bell tinkled as I walked in the door.
‘Hi Susie,’ I heard Flora’s voice call to me from somewhere.
‘Hi Flora,’ I called back, looking around, but I didn’t see her anywhere. How did she even know it was me?
‘Go ahead and look around. I’ll be there in a minute,’ Flora’s voice called.
The shop had floor-to-ceiling shelves crammed full of books. The shelves weren’t set up in straight aisles like I was used to. They twisted and turned around the shop, creating quite the maze. Within minutes I wasn’t sure if I’d find my way back out again. I wished I’d left a trail of breadcrumbs. How would I locate the cookbook section? Every now and then, there was a small break in the shelves where an overstuffed chair sat as an invitation to curl up with a good book.
I was startled when I heard a snort and rounded the corner to see a white-haired man sprawled over a chair sleeping. His glasses were askew, and a book about relaxation techniques rested on his chest. That was an advertisement if I ever saw one. I wondered if Flora knew he was in here.
Halfway down one of the aisles I stopped when the word ‘pie’ caught my eye. There was a stack of books on baking pies sitting there as though it were waiting for me. I examined the covers and flipped through the pages ogling the photographs of pies next to each recipe. I decided almost immediately to buy all five of them.
I clutched the stack to my chest and walked a little further, eyeing a few books all while trying to remind myself that I didn’t have a lot of disposable income right now. I was somewhere near the back of the shop (I think) when a door caught my eye.
The door was smaller than most doors and rounded at the top. I would have to bend over, but Flora would probably fit through it without ducking. I took a few more steps towards it and felt a tingling sensation run up and down my spine. What was behind that door? I glanced around. No one was in sight. I reached for the knob.
Flora suddenly appeared by my side. ‘Did you find everything you needed?’ she asked.
I dropped my hand and held up the books.
‘I bet you’ll find some of the answers you need in those,’ she said.
‘What’s back there?’ I asked, nodding towards the door.
‘Just some storage. It’s a real mess.’ She put her arms around my shoulders and ushered me away, but before we got too far, I could have sworn that I’d heard a thump come from behind the door.
‘Hey, Flora?’ I began as she rung up my purchase.
‘Yes, dear?’
‘Are you sure you don’t have the note Aunt Erma left for you around here somewhere?’ I asked, glancing around the counter behind the cash register. I was hoping she had included something more in Flora’s note than she had in mine. Maybe a phone number or some more specific information about where she went or when she’d be back.
‘I’m sorry, but I don’t have it. It didn’t say much. I’m sure she told you everything she told me.’ She took my money.
‘Should I be worried?’
‘No, your aunt is a very strong woman. I’m sure she’s just fine. She just had a few things she had to take care of.’ Flora handed some coins back to me, but didn’t meet my eyes.
‘OK, thanks.’ I grabbed my books. When I got to the door, I glanced back, and Flora was staring at the cash register as though lost in thought.
When I got back to the apartment, I found Mitzy in the kitchen sink licking off the dirty dishes I’d left in there. I couldn’t fathom how that tiny dog had leapt up that high. I had to set up a camera to see how this dog pulled these things off.
Chapter 5
Day 4 ― Saturday, November 5th
I grabbed the newspaper from outside the front door and shuffled through the pages quickly trying to find Ask Elodie. I was hoping to get the gist of it before the Morning Pie Crew came in. Before I could find it, something caught my eye and I turned back a page.
The headline read, ‘Beloved Pie Shop Left in the Hands of a Beginner.’ My mouth fell open as I read the article underneath.
Residents of Hocus Hills were surprised when Erma Crosby, a leader in the community, disappeared on a business trip earlier this week leaving her pie shop in the hands of her niece, Susanna Daniels, 31 years old, who doesn’t seem to know a rolling pin from a bowling pin.
Erma’s pies have been a daily staple for many in town. It’s often claimed that they have an almost medicinal quality to them. Several residents are concerned that Susanna won’t be able to achieve that same high quality that we all know and love. Stay tuned readers – we’ll be updating the story as we learn more throughout the week.
I crumpled the paper up and threw it down on the table. I longed for the quiet anonymity that I had in the city. Back home, the list of people who knew my name or cared about what I did was short. My mother, my friends Josh and Michelle, and a couple baristas at the local coffee shop. I was good at my job, and no one printed updates about it in the local paper.
I flattened out the paper a little to check the byline. It simply read, ‘Elodie.’ Who was this Elodie anyway? What gave her the right to write about me?
I finished setting everything up, slamming any cupboard door that got in my way. This wasn’t exactly the pep talk I needed.
‘How’s your day going?’ Mr Barnes was the first of the Morning Pie Crew to walk through the door.
‘Great,’ I said, a slight edge to my voice. His eyebrows rose a little.
‘I take it you read the newspaper today.’
Just then, Lena and Flora walked in. ‘I brought matches so we can burn all the newspapers.’ Lena held up her purse.
‘No fires,’ I practically shouted.
‘Oh, right.’ She set her bag down on a chair. ‘We could all just rip our copies into shreds. That could be satisfying too.’
I considered the possibility as I served us all some pie.
‘Whoa,’ I said, looking out the window, almost dropping the last piece of pie. ‘What is that?’ Henry was walking down the street next to a giant gray and brown furry creature.
Mr Barnes glanced out the window. ‘That’s Henry’s dog, Willy.’
‘What’s Willy? Part dog, part horse?’ I had never in my life seen a dog that big. His face was covered with shaggy fur, and his back was taller than Henry’s waist.
‘He’s an Irish wolfhound,’ Flora explained. ‘Don’t worry, he’s very gentle.’
‘What does Henry do if Willy sees a squirrel?’ I asked.
‘Willy doesn’t really care for chasing squirrels,’ Flora said.
‘But he does love ice cream,’ Lena chimed in. ‘Remember that time Willy took off chasing the Miller kid who was eating an ice cream cone? That boy took off as fast as his little legs would carry him. Willy was close at his heels licking the air in anticipation, and Henry was being dragged behind grasping the leash with both hands.’
Lena and Mr Barnes hooted. Flora gave them a disapproving glare, but I noticed the corners of her mouth twitched.
I was relieved that Mitzy wasn’t the size of Bigfoot, but I felt a twinge of disappointment that Henry wasn’t coming into the pie shop as I watched them disappear around the corner. I glanced back at the Morning Pie Crew and Lena gave me a knowing look. I hurried back to the table and changed the conversation to Elodie.
‘Someone has to know who she is,’ I said. ‘She’s publishing articles about me. I want to talk to her and get a chance to set the record straight.’
‘Willard Jefferson runs the paper, but he’s always been very tight-lipped about Elodie,’ Mr Barnes said.
‘Where’s the newspaper office?’ I asked, still determined to get to the bottom of it.
‘In the basement of the bowling alley,’ Flora said.
I let the conversation drift into more important topics like whether or not the gazebo should be repainted the same shade of blue or if it should be painted two shades lighter.
‘It should match the sky,’ Lena said.
‘It’s been the same shade of blue for a hundred years,’ Flora said. ‘Tradition is important.’
Mr Barnes seemed decidedly undecided about the issue.
I realized I’d left my phone upstairs in the apartment. I excused myself to go fetch it in case Aunt Erma called. While I was upstairs, Mitzy gave me her big puppy dog eyes and I was guilted into taking her outside again. I was almost back to the front of the pie shop, when I heard the Morning Pie Crew speaking in hushed tones. I paused out of view in the kitchen doorway when I heard my name.
‘If she suspects something, she’s a great actress,’ Lena whispered.
‘Erma made it very clear that we’re not to talk about it,’ Mr Barnes said.
‘Poor thing, she doesn’t even know…’ Flora began.
‘Shh, I think I hear her coming,’ Lena said.
I made a big show of entering the front of the pie shop. I hoped I wasn’t smiling too brightly.
They all spoke at once about how busy their days were and then they paid for their pie and left. I assumed their conversation had something to do with the article in the paper, or maybe they were talking about my pie baking abilities. Either way, I felt knots forming in my stomach as a feeling of loneliness settled over me.
I scooped a small slice of cherry pie onto a plate for a snack. My phone rang, and I saw Josh’s name on the caller ID. My finger left a sticky smear on the screen as I answered it.
‘Where have you been?’ he greeted me. Josh was one of my coworkers and a good friend. He had heard my Aunt Erma sob story more than once. Usually it was after a bad day at work or a fight with my mother and a few beers.
‘Are you OK?’ he asked when I finished telling him that Aunt Erma was gone. I felt a lump form at the back of my throat. I nodded because I couldn’t speak even though I knew he couldn’t see me.
I took a deep breath. ‘Actually, I’m kind of making a mess of everything.’ I told him about my baking disasters and the judgement from the townspeople.
‘You went to a strange town to do a new job, and even when your aunt wasn’t there, you stayed. She’s lucky to have you. You’re the most fearless person I know,’ he said.
I smiled into my phone. ‘Thanks.’
‘Now go be the best pie baker you can be, and we’ll grab a beer when you get back,’ Josh said. We said our goodbyes, and I tried to hold on to the confidence he had given me.
The rest of the day was fairly quiet. A few people wandered by and peered in the windows, amplifying my feeling of being a fish in a bowl. With all the time alone with my thoughts, my loneliness was soon replaced by frustration towards Elodie.
Mitzy and I were walking off some of that frustration after dinner, the cold breeze sweeping through the streets fueling my anger. I was relieved that there weren’t many people out and about. ‘Doesn’t know a rolling pin from a bowling pin?’ I said to Mitzy, and she wagged her tail a little as she struggled to keep up. ‘It’s not my fault Aunt Erma abandoned me here to do all this work. Why won’t she call and check in?’ I grumbled. ‘Doesn’t she have a cell phone?’ I paused to let Mitzy sniff a leaf.
‘I’m sorry. Do you require some sort of assistance?’ A voice behind me made me jump. I turned and saw a woman about my age. Her frizzy blonde hair was held back by a thick navy headband that matched her leggings. She had a long thin bag slung over her shoulder and was evaluating me with slightly wide blue eyes.
‘No, I’m fine,’ I sighed.
‘You must be Erma’s niece,’ she said, noticing Mitzy. I introduced myself. She told me her name was Holly, and she ran the grocery store. ‘I’m on my way to Mr Barnes’s yoga class. You should come with me. You look like you could use a little yoga right now.’
‘I think I need a drink more than yoga,’ I said. ‘Know where I could find one?’
‘Sal’s is the best and basically only place for a drink in town, but it’s closed tonight,’ she said, leaning down to pet Mitzy who was demanding some attention.
‘Closed? On a Saturday?’
‘His kid’s in a play at the elementary school tonight, so he shut down to go watch it. The liquor store is closed too. Nancy’s kid is in the same play. Welcome to a small town,’ she said with a laugh. She looked at her watch. ‘I gotta run, but it was nice to meet you.’
I said goodbye then rounded the corner by the barber shop and saw Henry sitting on a bench in the town square looking up at the sky. Willy lay on the ground next to him. Even lying down, Willy looked gigantic.
‘Finding any answers up there?’ I asked, which seemed to startle him back to earth.
‘Just daydreaming. Or night dreaming, I guess.’ He smiled.
Mitzy shamelessly leapt up into his lap, and he stroked her head. I took that as an invitation to sit next to him. Willy stood up and sniffed Mitzy. His tail wagged, and he put a paw up on Henry’s lap.
‘Oh no, there’s not room for you too,’ he said. Willy gave me a hopeful look, and I crossed my legs. He reluctantly settled back on the ground.
‘How are things at the nursing home?’ I asked.
Henry’s brow furrowed. ‘It was kind of a rough day.’
‘I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?’ He looked so distraught. Part of me wanted to hug him, but since this was only our second meeting, I settled for resting my hand on his arm. He put his hand on top of mine, and I felt a little jolt of excitement run through me. His hands were so warm.
‘No thanks. Enough about me. Let’s talk about you,’ he said. ‘How are things going at the pie shop? Sneeze on any dough balls today?’
‘Of course not. Things have been going quite smoothly.’ I skipped telling him about the fire, the crazy gym owner, and the newspaper article. He probably had enough going right now that he wasn’t plugged into the gossip mill. I did tell him a very light and amusing anecdote about blueberries though.
‘How are you adjusting to this small town of ours?’
‘Well, I was going to stop at the liquor store, and I’ve just discovered that nothing is open because there’s a play at the elementary school,’ I said. ‘So that’s where I’m at.’
‘Ah, yes. Most of us know to plan ahead and shop around these major events.’ He removed his hand from mine and his warmth was replaced by the cold night air. I stuck my hand in my pocket. ‘For example, if you’re looking for a bottle of wine,’ he said, reaching into a canvas tote that was sitting next to him, ‘I happen to have one on me.’
I stared at him open-mouthed. His big brown eyes blinked brightly back at me. He might actually be the perfect man.
‘Why are you carrying a bottle of wine around with you?’
‘I had book club tonight, and it was my turn to bring the wine.’
‘The bottle is almost full.’
‘It was the fourth bottle.’
‘How many people in the club?’
‘I’d rather not answer that question,’ he giggled.
‘I’m guessing three.’
He answered with a wide smile and a wink before handing me the bottle. ‘Here. Consider it a welcome to town gift.’
‘Thanks,’ I took the bottle. ‘Pink. My favorite flavor.’
‘Not really a wine connoisseur, huh?’
‘I consider myself to be more of a wine enthusiast than a connoisseur,’ I said.
We sat in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes before Mitzy jumped off Henry’s lap and gave me her patented ‘are you coming?’ look.
‘I guess it’s time for me to go. I’ll see you around.’
When we were several steps away, I turned back to give him one more look. He was watching me go.
Mitzy and I strolled around the edge of the mostly deserted town square. Apparently, everyone was at the play. As we rounded the corner near the diner, I saw a blinking neon sign advertising the bowling alley. Without any plan whatsoever, I marched over to the bowling alley and found a dark staircase that lead to a red door. A small plaque next to the door said ‘Hocus Hills Gazette.’ This was the place. A tiny bit of my gumption had evaporated upon arrival, and I hesitated at the door. I glanced down at Mitzy who looked even more unsure of my actions.
