T. had his truck back at around three o’clock the next day. He immediately took it for an almost giddy drive around town, as if he’d just been sprung from the pokey. He stopped in at the grocery store for some real food, including sandwiches and a few packaged salads, startling all the clerks into wide-eyed speechlessness. He drove past the fountain in the town square, past the town hall, past a few Victorians that straight-up qualified as mansions, and through, on a whim, a pretty little trailer park called Heavenly Shores even though no body of water was in sight. It was apparently a retirement community. He waved at two senior ladies hanging out on their porches, chatting and knitting. They waved gaily back.All roads, alas, eventually of course led right back to the Angel’s Nest.J. T. took a long hot shower and rubbed his own sandalwood soap in his armpits lest he besmirch the angel soap. He ate his grocery store sandwich and salad and tried to write his damn wedding toast for Felix, but he couldn’t hear his own thoughts over Kevin and Cherisse.
