Page 58 of Living with Death
He shrugs. “Well, shit. That’s nice, but I can’t give you her info. Social media is your best bet.”
“I get it. Thanks anyway.”
“Hey, what’s up with Jason and Leigh?” Neal says, walking in with a few scratch-offs.
“Sorry, lover boy. They’re dating now,” Patty says, grabbing her smokes from under her counter. She pulls one out and places it in her mouth as she walks to the door. “No girl wants McDonald's every time.”
“Hey, I took her to DQ, too!” he says, placing his tickets on the counter.
I laugh. “No girl wants that either.” I wipe the door after Patty walks through, ridding the glass of fingerprints.
“What’d you win today?” Robbie asks.
“Twenty bucks.” He shrugs. “Let me get a case of beer so that I can drink my sorrows away.”
I smirk. “You’ll find your girl one day, Neal.”
He looks at me. “Hey, what about you, Mabel? You interested in a beer and some hamburgers on the grill?”
I grimace. “Thanks, but I think I’ll have to pass.”
Sam walks back from aisle five. “Yeah, Mabel’s old boyfriend’s back in town. She’s off the market.”
“He was never my boyfriend.”
“When are you going to stop lying to me?” she asks with a lifted brow.
“Oh, be quiet,” I say. “Thanks anyway, Neal.”
He shrugs. “What about you, Sam? Could you go for a beer and a burger?”
We all stop what we’re doing. Sam looks shocked. “Me?”
“Well, yeah. Why not?”
She looks at Robbie and me.
I smile.
The thing about Sam?
She meets those strange guys from the bar and goes home with them. She doesn’t date any of them. There aren’t many dating opportunities when you work at a grocery store, live in a small town, and go to the same bar every weekend.
I lift my brow at her.
“Yeah.” She clears her throat. “I’d love to.”
“Sweet,” he says. “What kind of cheese do you take on your burger?”
“Swiss,” she says, looking at me with a smile.
I laugh to myself, catching Robbie smirking as he restocks the cigarettes.
Go, Sam, I think to myself.
Chapter Seventeen
I step into the evening air, gazing at the setting sun. I grab my bike, unlocking the chain. Placing my beret over my head, I lift the bottom of my burgundy dress and throw a leg over it. I wonder how Sam’s date is going to go tonight. I could tell she was nervous. She even asked me what she should wear. I told her she was having a burger and a few beers with Neal, so she should wear her usual date clothes.
