Chapter 3

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Once, as I scanned the bar code on the latest Harlan Coben, one of his favorite thriller writers, he told me, “You have a very pleasant smile, Barker. Have I ever told you that?”

Could he see my semi-smile, since he used a walking stick that a seeing-impaired person used? I thought so, but maybe not as well as the average Joe on a Templeton street. “All the better to eat those horrible children that come in here looking for video games to play over books to read,” I played with him.

“And what handsome brown eyes,” he said, smiling, obviously flirting with me, interested in me, toying with me.

“Better to see what little heathens I will be munching on for lunch,” I quietly growled and snapped my choppers together.

“I can’t say that I like the Twilightbooks or movies, but I am fond of the main vampire. He’s very good looking…such as yourself.”

“You mean Edward Cullen.” I leaned over the wooden counter that separated us. “He’s adorable.”

“As you are,” he whispered.