Who talks about their ex-girlfriend right off the bat? So, it wasn’t a date or anything close to it, but it was one of those unwritten rules: never talk about the ex-girlfriend. Just don’t do it. Don’t go there. And he did. He rubbed his forehead with one hand and slid a glance at Daisy. The sun was shining through the old truck windshield and it almost hurt to look at her. Bright glossy hair, naturally beautiful, hands resting casually in her lap. She hadn’t talked much. Probably because she hadn’t had a chance. Or was afraid of what he’d say next. My heart is a pair of old pants. He should just give up and go home right now. Except that he was on an errand for Nita and the library and the kids. She obviously hadn’t known about Marie’s marriage. He couldn’t really fathom why Marie had never mentioned it, except for the reason he’d said. It was past, over, didn’t make a difference to her full life in Liberty. He gritted his teeth and searched for something, anything to say.
