I do decide to purchase a friendship greeting card for Barbara, two candles, and a set of dolphin wind chimes carved from balsa wood. Positioned at the cash register, ready to check out, I fall into the store owner’s emerald-colored eyes, study his firm nipples concealed by his T-shirt, and inquire, “Are you related to Jessica Mullen by any chance?”
He beams a warm smile. “Not that I’m aware of. Jessica and I used to be the best of friends, though. Gal pals to nth degree. We grew up together in this town. Let’s just say we werethe best of girlfriends and have gone our separate ways.”