I was so focused on my follower, I didn't even notice one of Main Street's shop doors opening. I plowed into it face-first, because of course I did, and nearly knocked the poor woman coming out of it right over. The plastic bag in her hand dropped and skidded across the sidewalk.
"Oh," I squeaked.
A pair of big brown eyes framed by long black hair met mine. "Victoria?"
"Cass," I whispered, "you shouldn't be here."
"At a drugstore? But I needed some biodegradable moist towelettes. Plus, they had the cutest polka-dotted gardening gloves. On. Sale. Ninety-nine cents, for not one glove, but two." She threw up her hands. "Can you even believe it?"
I hastily picked up her shopping bag, thrust it into her hands, hooked my elbow through hers, and booked it up the sidewalk with her. "No,
