Clara brought the man to me. “Dexter Hamill, this is Viola Parker.”
I winced at the use of my full name. “Vi” would have done. Of medium build with buzz-cut blond hair and matching mustache, Dexter One’s most distinguishing feature was a pronounced limp. The way he moved, it was an old injury to which he’d adapted long ago. How he rode with it, I could not imagine. I stood to shake his hand.
His grip was strong. The look in his eye was all warm molasses, but there was a hint of determination behind the softness, and I knew that whatever caused the limp kept Dex from very little.
“Let me talk to these fellers outside for a minute, see what’s up. I’ll be back.”
He hobbled out into the drizzle. Clara’s heavy body heaved a great sigh.
“That man can park his boots under my bed any time,” she whispered.
I blinked at her. Her and Hank looked like they’d been together forever, but he was a bit of a bow-legged little gnome. Dex was fairly ordinary looking until you noticed his eyes. Even with the limp, I could see how she’d find him attractive.
Join me tomorrow for M is for Mistake.
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