He regaled her with stories about her fellow tourists while she looked at crafts and knickknacks. They stood in front of a huge display of tie-dyed shirts, skirts, and tapestries. The colorful cloth flapped merrily in the ocean breeze, the rainbow flags celebrating peace, love, and herbal enjoyment. Michael gave her a friendly nudge. “You need a sarong.” “Because librarians so often wear sarongs?” “No, because you’d look good in it. Maybe even better than the ruffles.” Jan gave him a sidelong glance. “You’re just not going to let go of the ruffles, are you?” “They were memorable. I think I’m starting to understand Bob’s thing for sexy librarians. Plus, this is San Diego. You should try to dress the part.” Jan fondled the fabric of one of the tie-dyed sarongs between her fingers. “You mean Bob, the drunk guy at the wedding? Ugh. For the record, not everyone wants to dress like a Dead Head, you know.” “Hey, the light’s all shining on me,” Michael said.
