We eventually got back up to the front and paid for the now-empty juice bottles we were carrying. The check-out girl smiled as she took those empties off the counter-top and put them together in her trash bin under it.
Outside, I handed Saul a bookmark for my latest book, which had my email on it.
He shook my hand, and I pulled him in for a brief hug. He held on for a bit longer and I let him, enjoyed it. All right there in front of the farm supply store in the broad, hot daylight.
XVII COULD HARDLY GET Martha out my head, and so I wrote her into the next few stories. All about a female genius detective who was able to solve mysteries almost without leaving her desk.
The plots seemed to deal with their competition of a similarly gifted male detective who had offices across town.
While
