She smiled, and it changed her whole face. She wasn’t pretty in a magazine way, but she had a light behind her eyes, a sharp, amused intelligence that made Leo feel like a bug under a magnifying glass.
“Phone’s out. Been out since Tuesday. But the stove’s hot and the coffee’s fresh. Come in.” enough ass for two
“Here’s the thing,” Betsy continued, walking toward him. The floorboards didn’t just creak; they pleaded . “Herb used to say that. ‘Betsy, you got enough ass for two.’ And one day, I asked him, ‘Two what?’ And he thought about it. He didn’t laugh. He said, ‘Two lifetimes. One for you, and one for me to get lost in.’” She smiled, and it changed her whole face
She nodded, as if that made perfect sense. “I got a lot of junk. My late husband, Herb, he was a collector. Of things . Said every piece of crap had a story.” Been out since Tuesday
His phone buzzed. Marge.