it into a wineglass. Annie had learned that he had an extensive collection of
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shows on tape and that he used to work for an escort service, but she didnât know what to make of those facts. She wondered if she should have mentioned her sister in Lexington. Maybe she should have made up a brother in Chillicothe, Ohio. She shouldnât have offered her sundeck for the sick plant.
In the kitchen later in the evening, Wes grabbed a croissant and stuffed it with a hunk of chicken.
âMy tastes donât run to paté and coq au vin,â he said as he squirted ketchup onto his sandwich. âWant to go with me to Uncle Frogâs Rib Shack sometime and get some real food?â
âWhat would my boyfriend say?â
âHeâd say I feed you good,â he said, teasing. âSorry I canât take you to see the Stones. I could take you to Stone Mountain. But I guess that would be a dumb substitute.â
âDid you mean what you saidâthat you could die happy if you saw the Rolling Stones?â
âSometimes I think like that,â he said, embarrassed. âI just canât think of anything that would top the Stones, ecstasy-wise.â
The way he said âecstasy-wiseâ made Annie laugh. He was mocking the restaurant managerâs pompous jargon. She liked Wes, but she caught herself, as if there were a child inside her about to slam through a car windshield. What if she fell in love with him? She suddenly felt as though she were in a movie but simultaneously watching it, waiting to see what would happen. That evening at a corner table a pair of lovers were celebrating their engagement. They ordered everything rich, starting with brandy Alexanders and oysters on the half shell and finishing with fluted chocolate cups plopped full of peanut-butter mousse. He gave her the ring during the dessert, just after the champagne was poured. Annie got the impression that the proposal had been a total surprise to the woman. Annie heard her whine, âBut I have to study for my CPA exam.â
âWhen are you going to settle down?â Annieâs father wanted to know when she called her parents a little later that evening. She used the pay phone in the corridor by the restrooms and called collect, something her parents still insisted she do.
âIâm not through rambling yet,â she said. âI havenât even been to California. Or Alaska. I want to go to Alaska and roam around the tundra someday.â
âItâs cold in Alaska,â he said. âDo you plan to live in an igloo?â
âFunny, Dad. Very funny.â
She didnât tell her parents she was working undercover. They watched too much television.
Her father said, âI worry about you, honey. Atlantaâs a big city.â
âYes, but itâs really very interesting. Everythingâs called Peachtree here. Peachtree Street. Peachtree Plaza. Itâs a real peachy place.â
âI know I canât talk you into getting a handgun, but at least you need a dog.â
The thought of a dog struck her deeply, like what journalists call hard news. She hadnât had a dog in three years. She didnât mind being alone, and she kept thinking fondly of her suddenly widowed aunt Helen, who had jaunted off to Europe alone when getting a refund on the trip sheâd planned with her husband proved to be problematic. Aunt Helen had the adventure of her life. It occurred to Annie that sheâd rather have a dog than the ghostly Scott, who was beginning to seem like a creep. The notion of Scott had come to her during the flight to Atlanta, when she read an article about Japan in an airline magazine. In Japan, there were agencies that rented people out as wedding guests. It was cheaper to rent a person to play an old grandmother than to ship the real one in from the mountains. And people wanted important guests at their weddings, so they rented actors to impersonate public
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