Hooked
Chapter One
I 'm guessing that the moment that your life begins to unravel is
often unceremonious-heralded by a whimper. The bang should have told
me something.
I remember mostly details.
The extra foam sliding down the side of the mocha. A couple arguing
over whether to put the "Mighty OJ" juicer on their bridal registry.
The rottweiler tied outside the cafe, standing on hind legs, paws
pressed urgently against the window.
When she walked by, I was reading a languid description of a Boston
river, somewhat guiltily speeding through the imagery to get back to
the book's action. I wouldn't have noticed her at all had she not
put a small, folded square of paper on the corner of my table. I
registered graceful hands, and a ring on the index finger. Then I
focused on the piece of paper. Was I being picked up?
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