As for the pharmacy, putting in mirrors was Goose’s suggestion.
“I do like to look at myself,” I said, trying to lighten our moods, when we started to unpack the ones we’d bought to affix around the space.
“I like to look at you, too, Patrick O’Hanlon.”
“Not as much as I like looking at you, my little love camel.”
“Staring contest. Right here, right now.” Goose backed me into the counter. After several hours without one, it was nice to see a smile so broad. “Wait. I need to see you eye to eye.” He turned me around, so we’d changed positions, him at the counter, me in front of him. Then, he hopped up onto it, sitting, at first, and then on his knees, which made him slightly taller. “Marry me.”
“In eighty-eight days.”
“That feels like forever.”
“The first thing I’m going to do, when I
