Chapter 11: Zoe Time
Zoe Twinkleis the most beautiful woman in the world; small-framed, corn silk-colored hair, baby blue eyes, twenty-five-years-old, a mere ninety pounds, and all smile. The elementary school teacher meets me at The Muffin Shack for an afternoon coffee and walk. She delightfully picks up the tab, telling me, “Ben bought me a lottery ticket last week. One of those neat little scratch-offs you buy at the convenience store with a gallon of skim milk. I won a few hundred. Can you believe it, Sebastian?”
“You’re very lucky. I should rub your arm.”
She jokes around and places her right arm out to me, which I take advantage of. We giggle like little girls, waiting for our coffees, and then decide to walk to Talon Park, where the leaves are at their full lusciousness at autumn
