Age Before Beauty
“A group of costumed trick-or-treaters stood on the sidewalk, waiting to cross the street behind his truck. He didn’t take his gaze off the road to read the caller ID. Instead, he stuck the earpiece into his ear and punched the Talk button so he could shift gears safely as he talked.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Eric, it’s Ken Fletcher.”
Ken had become a fixture at Allie’s family dinners every Sunday afternoon for the past few months since he and Joan started going out. He was a doctor at the hospital emergency room, and seemed like a nice enough guy, but too religious for Eric’s taste. “Hey, Ken. What’s up?”
“I’m looking for someone to give me a hand with the auction Joan and I are doing next week. Maybe she mentioned it to you?”
He’d heard Allie and Joan talking about some sort of fund-raiser thing going on at their church, but he hadn’t paid much attention. “What kind of help?”
“I need someone with a truck and a strong back to give me a hand moving some furniture that’s been donated.
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