Amelia learned two more facts about herself in Wal-Mart. She loved to shop, and there was no way she was going meekly to Dewey’s apartment to wait for Luke to sort out her life. She needed to be proactive. She needed to be…spunky? Yeah, she needed to be spunky. Women who waited for life to happen to them never found true love. Or self-fulfillment, which was more important than true love, though not as fun if that kiss was anything to go by. She didn’t know how she knew this, so she could be wrong, but she didn’t feel wrong. She felt right.
The shopping and the need to be spunky were connected in some way, though how wasn’t clear at the moment. Maybe it was a female imperative, a way of accessing her inner power through shopping. Oh, it had felt good to have Luke’s big strong shoulders to
