Tombstone.
I walked into Annie’s this morning and greeted Paisley and Mel who were dancing on stage. When they asked me how I was doing I told them, “I’m lookin’ for a woman actually, wanted to see if she stopped through here.”
“Oh? Who?” They asked.
“She’s a tall and thin woman... long black hair. Has a southern accent. I ain’t sure her name.”
“Well a few do stop in here,” Paisley said.
“Anyone by that description though?”
“I can keep an eye out for her. I am trying to recall who has stopped by. A few have recently. Just trying to recall if one was southern.”
“Thanks, Paisley. I’d appreciate it. Glad to see business is pickin’ up ’round here.” I took out a sketch and showed the girls. “This is what she looked like a few years back, if that helps…”
“Oh? She is returning?”
“Well... her sister’s out lookin’ for her. But she said that this picture was taken when her sister was sixteen. She ain’t seen her sister since they were little though.”
“A woman did return. She is the librarian though.”
“Who’s that now?” I asked, returning the sketch to my pocket.
“Miss Mer. She was in class last week.”
“Don’t know anyone by that name.”
“Don’t recall her circumstances.”
“Glad we’ve got a librarian again though. Natalie will be happy about that.”
“She sure will.”
I said goodbye to them then and headed out into the street again.
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