Chapter Four
We Need To Talk
“John, we need to talk.”
“About what, Janet?” I asked stupidly.
“I want you to do something for me,” she said.
“Do something for you?”
“Yes,” she said, pulling a small box from her purse. “I want you to wear this.”
She laid the box in front of me and looked expectant.
“Is this a present for me?” I asked.
“Sort of,” she laughed.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Open it and you’ll see,” she giggled.
Janet was my wife’s best friend. After my wife died I went through a very hard time. I wasn’t interested in dating, I wasn’t interested in women. In fact, I wasn’t interested in anything until I ran into Janet while I was shopping for the junk food that served as my meal most evenings. We got to talking and I discovered that she was recently divorced.
One thing l
