Macy’s date was dead and done.
She was just saying goodbye and thanking Brett for being decent about the whole thing; her fiancé—prior to the broken nose and missing teeth—had been a very popular man in Larch Creek. It was on the verge of becoming awkward when there was a shriek of delight that had both her and Brett stumbling out of their booth to look.
Over at the table where Dad had been sitting with his writing friends—and where she’d expected to finish off this evening—a towering figure was hugging Eva Harada. Even standing on her chair, the woman was shorter than he was. There was no question who it might be. Tim Harada had passed five feet by third grade and six feet before high school. He’d made the Larch Creek Snow Angels unbeatable in basketball four years running.
Tim and her
