Chapter 4A week later, Adrian was back in Doris’ shop. He came for the coffee. Having a cup with Doris behind the counter was always fun, the problem was he never left the shop without buying something.
“Adrian.” Doris grinned at him. Her gray hair was shorter than the last time he’d seen her.
“Nice hairdo.”
She touched her hand to her hair. “You think? Not too short? I think it got cut a little too short.”
“Nah, you look pretty. And it’ll grow out again if you don’t like it.”
She nodded. “So how was the bowl received?”
“Oh, I was sneaky.” Adrian wiggled his eyebrows. “I carried it inside and left it on his kitchen counter filled with fruit.”
“And he hasn’t tried to return it?” Doris righted the lampshade on a floor lamp as she walked by.
“Nope. He must love it, right?”
She chuckl
