Somebody's Ex
“The checkerboard linoleum was clean but dingy. Two register stands stood to the left at the front of the store, and in the back, the refrigerated section hummed.
“May I help you?”
Short, plump, and white-haired, the woman was probably the same age as his mother, but the lines at her mouth drooped as if she frowned more than smiled.
“I was looking for Randi.”
“Papa, he’s looking for Randi.” Her voice rang out with a sing-song Scandinavian lilt. The name sounded softer and more feminine coming from her lips.
For a moment, David wanted desperately to perfect the lilt gracing the name.
Randi’s father was no less round, but taller, and he had twenty years on his wife. He must have been middle-aged when Randi was born.
They stared at him with blue eyes identical to Randi’s.
The man spoke first. “You’re looking for my daughter?”
“Yes. She works here, right?”
Somehow he felt like a sixteen-year-old showing up for a prom date and driving his dad’s car for the first time.
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