The woman dragged out the syllables in slow, dentureless Monty speak, and examined me from weathered boots to raised-by-wolves hair. I resisted the urge to pat down my unruly locks. “I’m sorry, dear.” She shook her head. “There’s no one here by that name.” “You know,” I prompted. “Eric. Tall. Messy brown hair that kinks up at the ends.” I cocked my head. “He works in the back, with the pasta and the spaghetti. Look, it’s early and you’re not open and I’m not at my best, it’s been a kooky morning, but could you please tell him I’m here?” A gust of wind blew over my shoulders, sending a blast of cold around me and through the open door. A shiver caught me off guard and I pulled Monty’s coat tight around my waist. The woman’s lashes flickered in sympathy. She took a step back and I thought I had her. I’d tapped into her mother instincts. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she abandoned me to the harsh weather. Then, unexpectedly, her just-like-Eric’s nose twitched, nostrils flared.
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