IT WAS THE FIRST FRIDAY of spring and Sarah was on her way to meet Louise and Kate at Chapter Five. It was a beautiful day and fishing had once again perked up with anglers, each hopeful to catch the rumored thirty-pound spring Chinooks.
Sarah pushed the door open and was greeted by Kate, who popped out from behind a children’s bookshelf. Louise had given her a part-time job at the bookstore after her assistant left for a once-in-a-lifetime scholarship in Europe. “Hi Sarah!”
“How’s the new job going?” Sarah walked over to where Kate was busy stacking shelves and was surprised to find a courier guy helping her with the books. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t realize you were—”
“No, Sarah, it’s okay,” Kate beamed. She smiled as she organized a small display of Jacqueline Wilson’s books. “This is Mark
