“Was this meant for me?”
“Well, the Saturday market is the big one.”
“I can see that. Would you like me to carry your basket?” offered hope.
“Never ask a woman that when she’s in a shopping frenzy,” said Reggie, drawing a laugh from the man. He held up his hands. “I defer to the consumer expertise of the fairer sex.”
“Thank you.”
Mirabel glanced over hope’s shoulder and saw the sign. On cue, a car started to putter through the crowds and the mass of people slowly moved out of the way to allow the vehicle to pass. Mirabel counted off the seconds along with her footsteps. She had to hit her marks precisely.
“That’s strange,” she said, as she stopped to look at a pair of sandals hanging from a rack at one vendor’s spot.
“What?” asked hope.
She pointed over his shoulder. “I’ve never se
