Marty ran his thumbs up and down the inside of his suspenders. “Not during the winter, I’m not. Been reading a lot, though, Virginia.”
“Have you read The Perfect Storm?” Virginia wanted to know.
The young woman, who was introduced as Eileen, shivered inside her silver sheath. “No, and I don’t intend to. I might never go sailing again! No, I’m reading that new book by Phyllis Talmadge, Flex Your Psychic Muscles.”
Marty puffed air noisily out through his lips. “Who believes in all that crap? Might as well waste your money on the psychic hot line.”
Eileen bristled. “I believe in it.”
“I looked for that Talmadge book in the Compleat Bookseller the other day, but they were all sold out,” Darlene complained.
“I bought my copy from sss dot com,” Eileen said.
“No, thank you!” Marty’s eyes n
