My Obsession
“No. Visiting some friends here for the week. They have a house here on Lake Erie. We’re retired now. Not much left for us to do back home. No grandkids.”
“Right, right. Guess Mr. Wilson isn’t mayor anymore.” He pauses, his hands moving from his legs to his cart, which he clenches like a lifeline. “I—I don’t get back to penn much—”
“Don’t blame you.”
Her face is scrunched up, as if she smells something horrid, and I set the bottle back down on the shelf. Forget the Zinfandel; I’m outright staring now. FBI mode is on.
He hunches over the cart, leaning his arms on the side. “Right. I love Ohio, so there’s no reason to go back.”
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