Yes, he nodded to himself. Kate Brady was fine. More than fine, now. Doing well in Chicago, nice clothes, nice watch, Armani sunglasses. He wouldn"t have pegged her for that, but, whatever.
None the worse for wear. Better, even, successful. She looked good, she sounded good. She looked good. He pushed some hair out of his face. He could still smell some of her perfume on his hand. Must be from the handle when he opened her door.
She looked good.He couldn"t help feeling a little wistful for what might have been. Well, we all got older. We all moved on, didn"t we?
He gave a short sniff. Except for him, he supposed. Still here in Golden Grove. He almost thought “stuck.” But he made a habit of not using that word anymore.
He pulled into the school lot, then guided the car to the teacher"s
