Chapter 1October 1st
Harker Bellencourt—”Harry, please,” he would say—stopped before a grocery store display of pumpkin spice items. Coffee, of course. That was a given. But there were muffins, bagels, puddings, cookies, pasta. Well, he lost count, really.
“What nonsense,” a lady said with a snort as she came to stand next to him. He knew the old bat—er, woman—from the days when she lived in an apartment just down from his at the Haydon Cliff Manor Apartments. What a load of bull that was.
“Mrs. Draper,” Harry greeted her politely.
“I suppose you’re the sort who goes for this shameless marketing.”
“Hmm. Some of it. Nice to see you after all this time.”
It was not. She’d been a nosey neighbor and her goal seemed to have been to get most everyone else to move. Harry had, of course, but
