The rest of the week passed and when Friday night arrived, Zara made herself go into Purdy’s for a glass of wine. For fear of repeating last Friday’s events, she avoided anyone who made eye contact with her and downed her drink in a quick succession of sips that meant she was out of the bar within thirty minutes.
Having a date drop dead wasn’t something anyone would get over in a week. She was still shaken up by the memory of Tim’s body falling to the asphalt. His attraction to her might not have been real, but his death was and she didn’t want to repeat the experience by associating with new people who might try to wheedle their way into her life, especially when those new people might have a dishonest agenda.
Unsure if she was being paranoid or vigilant, Zara logged incidences when Gra
