A little before I closed, Cynthia and Cate returned to the front of the store, and Lucas got up from his chair in the café, where he’d been reading A Man Called Ove, which I’d handed him when it looked like Cynthia and Cate might be talking for a while. While I rang up the book with my friends and family discount, Cynthia and Cate kept talking, and I could tell just from the casualness of their conversation that all was well.
“We’re going to go ahead and take Cynthia with us, if that’s okay with you, Harvey? Figured she could maybe use a little wine to shake off this day.”
Cynthia smiled and held up her book. “Plus, I just finished this. I never would have thought I’d like it, but it’s so funny.” Bridget Jones’s Diary had won over another reader.
“She’s been trying to get me to read tha
