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It was nearly noon and Cory hadn’t heard from Don. She assumed the patrols were unfruitful.
She locked the office and strolled to the neighborhood café to meet him for lunch as planned.
Arriving before Don, she was directed to a comfortable booth. A few minutes later, Don rushed in.
Decked out in a dark blue sport shirt that matched his eyes, and a pair of pressed jeans and moccasins, he looked very handsome. A sudden wave of attraction struck her. Was it a result of Ben’s prolonged absence, or the warmth of Don’s friendship?
Don’s engaging and caring manner touched her. Grandma would have described him as a “haymisha mensch,” a Yiddish expression meaning a good person to whom one can easily connect. For Cory, it meant having a familiar, comfortable manner—as in the Brooklyn of
