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As I said last week, the identity of Mr. Shoulders isn’t much of a mystery, except maybe to Viv.
In her defense, the first time she met him, she had a major headache, a pair of sunglasses, and her sister-the-Bridezilla to wrangle—and she also doesn’t get to read some of the foreshadowing I stuck in there somewhere.
You didn’t either, but we only get eight sentences, so . . .
“Jack, right?” she asked.
“Right. And you’re Viv,” he added, as if she might have forgotten.
She nodded and tapped her cup. “It’s all coming back to me, now.”
“What’s in that?” he asked.
“Hazelnut roast latte with a double pump of vanilla syrup, enough sugar to make my dentist price a Porsche, and two depth charges— extra espresso shots,” she said, when he blinked. “They’ll go up to four, but I wanted to pace myself.”
Oh . . .
Well, the good news is, I finished my Half-Nanowrimo.
So maybe I’d better get a headstart on Nanoedmo . . . ?