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Remember Jack’s model friend, not-Renee, she of the beautiful smile and the possible agenda?
Viv is about to meet her. While walking out of a deli. With a big ol’ bag of food.
As Viv left, she spotted David’s brother talking with a tall, slender brunette woman, near the sidewalk sign advertising the specials of the day on one side and pithy comments from the staff on the other. The woman, who had her hand on his arm, was wearing an extremely fitted sleeveless dress in a shade Viv and Kirsten had always called Expensive Gray.
Viv reminded herself that there was nothing wrong with wearing roomy Midrange Black. Or having a freeform hairstyle made of stubborn springs. Or being short.
“But I had my heart set on the Jade Prism,” the woman said, giving him a sweet smile that had a lot of lower lip in it.
“But Szabó’s has the best pastrami in Franklinsburg,” Jack said.
“He’s right,” Viv said.
I’m sure she would have walked on by, but the honor of her favorite deli is in question . . .
Franklinsburg, if anyone wondered, is my go-to, made-up, mid-range filler-city I use as a default setting when I don’t have a specific city in mind. Technically, it’s in eastern Pennsylvania, because that’s where I originally placed it for a drawer novel that will never see the light of day—it’s also the setting for parts of Pigeons, which I’m querying now. But at this point, I’m thinking Midwest.
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