Twilight turned the sky deep tangerine, threaded with blue and magenta. Visitors snapped pictures and oohed and ahhed. I offered everyone free scoops of dried lavender and followed their cars to close and lock the gate. After, I closed the shop and went inside the house, wondering where Garbi’s soccer team had ended up.
A bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter seduced me into believing a shot might erase Garbi from my head. It didn’t. I wanted to slip those silky shorts off his hips and gorge on him until my jaw ached and my head spun. His sensitivity to my grief had made him even more appealing.
I toyed with the spiky top of Denny’s pineapple on the kitchen counter. Denny meant getting off, nothing more. I picked up the pineapple, inhaled its sweet fragrance, and leaned against the co
