He caught sight of her red curly hair and felt butterflies in his stomach; he’d fallen in love with her a long time ago but she still had this effect on him. She was helping a child pick out books from a stack on the floor. Scott thought the little girl was probably around seven years old, and Ma...
Now Dottie was telling stories about her grandkids. “So then little Jessie says, ‘That was too much tater and not enough tot, Mamaw,’ ” Dottie said. “Can you believe that little punkin’? He’s only five.” After Georgia told a story about an elderly couple she knew who were taking ballroom dancing ...
He felt sure the key to Margie’s disappearance was in there somewhere. He put aside the magazines and boxes of mail order merchandise, and decided to concentrate only on looking in envelopes that Margie had already opened. He put on some latex gloves, took a long sip of hot coffee, and began. &nb...
“What’s the deal between you and Sam Campbell?” Claire could feel herself blush and cursed her thin, pale Irish skin. “I’ve got to learn to cover it up better,” she said. “I don’t want Hannah to find out.” “Find out what, exa...
“No, Hannah,” Claire said. “He’s not for you,” Hannah said. “I’m just killing time until I can take him to the new owner; she won’t be home until five.” “In that case let me hold him,” Claire said. “He’s so cute.” “He looks j...
She stopped at a small convenience store called “Roush’s Bait Shop,” which sold more beer than bait. There was a group of old men huddled around the ancient coal stove inside, smoking and chewing the fat, just like at her dad’s service station. They all knew Hannah, of course; before she quit smo...