3
Anna
“I’ve seen them around,” Sean says, when I inform him of Bookends’ imminent reopening. “A foxy lady and her teenage daughter.”
I raise an eyebrow at the word ‘foxy’. If any other man had uttered it, I might be offended, but not when Sean does.
“You know what I mean.” Sean shrugs. “And for your information, I used the exact same word when I described the new woman to Cathy.” He bends to pet Hemingway, who is sitting next to him, waiting for the treat Sean always gives him.
“Anything I need to know about?” I bring the topic of conversation back to business.
“I really don’t know, Anna. I’ve just seen them walking around town. I really don’t know if she’s—”
“What are you talking about?”
“The new Bookends owner. What are you talking about?”
Hemingway puts his head on Sean’s knee
