Jane scrambled out of the car and onto her feet, protesting, “Oh, please don’t, Mr. XXX Jane emphatically did not want to share him with Chrissy again. But she didn’t have any choice that she could see. Well, she was going to try… At the end of the day Mrs. Jorgenson was pleased with Jane’s facility and told her so as she let her out the door at the end of the day. Jane assumed there were no customers at the counter just then. She smiled up at him…then stuck out her tongue. There had been no sign of Chrissy at lunchtime, for which Jane had been grateful, but she wasn’t particularly surprised, as she wheeled her bike out of the alley, to find Chrissy waiting in the same place as
