Further to Fall in Love
She gives him another hug and then sees me.
“Alyson!” she exclaims. “Look at you! You’ve grown up.”
“Hi, Mrs. Jones,” I say with a smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Call me Sheila,” she says and comes in for a hug. So Mrs. Jones is a hugger, and she smells overwhelmingly like the perfume my grandmother wears.
“Dad, do you remember Alyson?” Jim steps back, slipping his arm around me.
“I do, and it’s nice to see you again. I always thought Jim had a thing for you,” he says with a wink. Jim got his dark hair and brown eyes from his father but is a few inches taller and many pounds lighter than his dad.
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