“Zach said there was a big red car,” Beep recalled.
Emily threw her head back. “Oh, yes, the Monte Carlo.”
“I believe I saw that car in the photograph on your mantle. I got nosey the day me and Syd fixed your kitchen drain. You were sitting high in the saddle, on top of the back seat in a bikini, no less. Miss Philadelphia is what I remember.”
“I’m sure it was a little more than a bikini, Ben, please,” she said, recalling her days as a Philadelphia beauty queen, and all these years later, sounding a little embarrassed by her preoccupation at the time.
Beep nodded his surrender. “We all see what we wanna see, I guess.”
“It was thirty degrees and raining. A fireman came down off his firetruck and wrapped me in his fireman coat. I should have married the guy. It might have changed my lif
