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I sigh,the air

Saul glances at ed coat His dark eyes penetratemy insides sith thethat’s happening, right now That was going to be the an

But then Fiona walked in, telling us the bookstore was closed She’d come home early

Awhat, though?

The disbelief won’t stop taunting in my mind

“I was thinking of heading back into town this evening,” Fiona says, pulling her sleeves up around her hands “There’s this poetry reading at the library What do you think, Sadie? I , but you’re more than welcome to come”

“Nah, I think Ihere if you don’t mind”

She peers at me closely

She knows Even if there’s nothing to know, she freaking knows

I feel so rotten when she looks at me like that, innocence mixed with confusion

“I mean it, hon,” she says “You’re irls, but they’re not Goldilocks and Fi You wouldn’t be i at all”

“I believe you,” I smile “I’m just not really in the mood”

She shrugs, thinking nothing of it, even as I glance over at Saul to study the tightness of his jaw I draglike a white carpet foras the sun soars toward its zenith

“Nothing shines like orated note in her voice “Hey, I ht put that in my book”

“You should,” I say, perhaps with too much sudden passion in my voice

“It’s a beautiful line, Fiona,” Saul quickly follows

“Okay,” she says, gaze flitting between us “You know I’ht? It was just a si”

“I seem to remember one particular bookstore that led to a temper tantrum…” I say