THERE WERE TWO THINGS I couldn’t forget to pick up on my way home: Scooter from our boat and ribs from Alligator Chuck’s. I was so hungry I almost collected my husband second, but he was the one with the cash. The smell of the barbecue was intoxicating on the ride back, but I managed to restrain myself from ripping open the container until we were inside the house.
After washing the last of the sticky barbecue sauce off my hands, I turned on my laptop, sat on one of the kitchen stools, and got back to my action plan. First up, I found out more than I’d ever wanted to know about belly button lint. Then I did a search for Cowboy Bob’s Automotive Ranch. I came up with several hits. One was for the car dealership, one was for a consumer affairs site, and the last one was for a dating site.
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