A week went by, during which I alternated between relief at finally telling Ishmael the truth and berating myself for being such an i***t. I wanted to say I felt better, that a weight had finally been lifted off my shoulders, but I really didn’t know one way or the other.
As I rang up a customer and greeted the next person in line, I was shocked to see the man in question staring back at me. I’d figured I wouldn’t see him again unless it was by accident, so I was surprised, to say the least. He handed me a pair of size eleven black sneakers and the red sandals that were on sale. I rang everything up and he paid with a debit card.
When I gave him the receipt and the bag with his purchases, he asked, “So do you go out to lunch, or eat in?”
Oookay…“Uh, yeah, nearby. A park.”
“Simms Park?”
