Mel gaped. “Jim did that?”
“Big time. Apparently, he got tired of hearing about the aliens and decided to test a more plausible theory,” Jess sighed and looked at the pavement under her sneakers. “Even though I was sitting right in front of him drinking his stupid margaritas the entire time. And when the police came, of course, no one believed that I didn’t do anything, especially after the barman started wailing about their priceless doormat.”
Mel looked at the pink and purple lights of the bar and shook her head. She and Jim had gone to high school together, where she was always covered in cinnamon and flour and he wanted to become a rocket scientist. They went to different universities and Mel was surprised to meet him back in their hometown four years later flipping bottles and setti
