Chapter 42
MAGGIE
A few days after Christmas I went to the local pharmacy to pick up some supplies. I was browsing the aisles, all three of them, looking at the country knick-knacks, figurines of mice playing instruments and garish ‘designer’ purses, when someone made a loud and fake coughing sound.
I turned. “Hank!”
He reddened. “Hi, Maggie.”
Hank wasn’t wearing a cowboy hat for once. His hair was cut different, more stylish than it used to be. His tan had faded a little and his cheeks were red from the cold. Or maybe from running into me.
I hid the box of jumbo size tampons behind my leg. “How are you?”
“Good. Great. Yeah, fine.” He rubbed at the top of his head. “You?”
“Fine.” I probably didn’t look fine in my sweats, knock-off Uggs, and my dad’s giant parka. I wasn’t even weari
