Chapter Two
I know who Sam is. I have read the names on the mailbox where their driveway meets the road—Tabitha and Samantha Tanner. Tabitha must be the one in the wheelchair.
I have seen Sam as well, watching her as she worked the hydraulic tailgate on the van to load Tabitha, wheelchair and all, aboard. She was younger than Tabitha, but too mature to be a daughter—a sister perhaps. Through my binoculars, I could see that she was large, not fat, big boned and wide shouldered. Under her slacks were racehorse thighs and a butt as hard and tight as a bowling ball. Thinking about bowling made me think about fingers in holes. That made me think about Sophie.
It wasn’t love at first sight. Sophie and I have both been there-done that. We know that sudden crushes are dangerous. They put crazy
