Chapter 8
Becky was cleaning up for the night. She had just closed her store for her day. LJ had just left, locking the door behind her and she was wiping down the counters. A mug of coffee sat on her counter, and she was going to sweep the floor after she was done wiping down the counters. She was still thinking about Eugene Jones, and the conversation that they had had. She was still trying to piece the puzzle together. She could hear Emily above her, humming as she got ready. She didn't really recognize the song Emily was humming, and it wasn't in her usual repertoire of pop hits from the radio. This was slower, more languid, more romantic. It felt like her mother was in love with someone, although Emily was still being cagey about who that was.
She thought it was weird that her mothe
