Janet passed the third bookcase and turned down the self-help aisle. “Brad?”
“Janet!” said Brad, slipping the book he’d been browsing behind his back. “What a surprise.”
“It’s been a long time,” said Janet. “I hardly recognized you with the beard. And something’s different with your hair?”
“Yeah, wearing it a bit longer,” said Brad, sheepish about his thinning pate. “And you look great. Coming from the gym?”
“Zumba,” she said.
“Nice,” he said, and then after a brief pause, “So, how’s Mr. Right?”
Janet raised her eyebrows slightly. “He’s fine. Enjoys his job. He just got promoted, VP of something. He’s off in Davos right now.”
“Oh, yeah, all the money people. I’ve been hearing about that on the news. That’s a pretty big deal.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she said.
He noticed her lack of enthusiasm. “Economics not your thing?”Continue reading