Traffic started to pick up. Vehicles backed up at the intersection near the café. Parking spaces filled with cars that disgorged day shoppers and even more café customers. One spot near us was vacated by a departing couple, then quickly put to use again by another car, a flashy domestic convertible. The driver revved the engine a couple of times that said in a twisted way “Look at me! Look at me!”
I did, and wished I hadn’t. Behind the windshield was a familiar face, and not one I ever wanted to see again. He was one of those people that had caused me to get out of town.
Gold jewelry flashed off his wrists, from around his neck. There he sat, just mere feet from café’s entrance, near our car. If we left now there was no way he would miss me. And he was cagey. If he recognized me he had t
