May 8
Mayor Taylor Nelson resembled Debbie Reynolds, although she had never acted a day in her life. She stood over my desk inside City Hall, glowing, just like always. It could’ve been the reason why she had been voted into office four consecutive times. The people loved her. The sixty-two-year-old cat lady and the widow of three husbands hovered over me. Adorable. Prying.
“You’re glowing.”
“I’m not glowing.”
“But you are, my dear.” She cozied inside the high-back leather chair across from my desk and studied me. “Are you in love, Mark?”
“I’m not.”
“Have you met your Mr. Right?” She had three sons and knew all about men and love.
I shook my head. “According to my best friend, Dawson, whom you’ve met several times, I’m Mr. Clueless when it comes to relationships.”
“Hold out your ha
