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said, "Yes, you know how you just made me feel, but you really don't know me."
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David turned and walked from the room. The scent of paint mixed with Annie's lavender clung to his
clothing. He pushed the kitchen door open, not certain where he was headed. Annie had said something,
but he couldn't stay to listen. Once again she'd managed to yank at his heart, and even though he knew
she didn't mean to intentionally hurt him, it didn't feel any less painful.
"Hey, David," Popi said as he looked up from under the sink. "Pipe's leaking." He gave David a curious
look, but thankfully didn't ask why he looked like hell.
"I'd offer you my help, but I don't know how-" Hell, Annie had him using contractions as a routine now.
Popi chuckled and returned to his job. "No need. Keeps me off the streets to come help."
"Popi? May I borrow your car?"
He remained under the sink and said, "Keys are on the hook near the back door. That is, if Annie
returned them. You heading off somewhere alone?"
David knew Popi wanted an explanation, but how could he tell him David needed to get away from this
house-away from his ex-wife, whom he still loved so deeply? He couldn't.
"I need a change of scenery."
"Go ahead, son." Popi craned his head from under the sink and smiled. "She'll do that to a body."
* * *
The old car ran along the snow-dusted roads as if on autopilot. Good thing, David thought, since he had
no idea where he headed. The "Welcome to Skyview" sign glared at him from the roadside. Annie
Hamilton's great grandfather had started this town so long ago. Hamilton, he thought. David couldn't
get away from all the reminders. With a sigh, he pulled up to the curb in front of the Sugar and Spice
Bakery. It'd been years since he'd parallel parked, but he managed to get the old station wagon near
enough to the curb so it wouldn't get hit by passing cars.
Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a quarter for the meter. Skyview was a quaint old town, a town
with character, a town with every amenity as Denver, only on a smaller scale. He looked up to see Mrs.
Henniker leaning so far into the window of her hardware store to get a look at him, he thought she'd fall
into the display of snow tires. Skyview was a town where everyone knew each other's business.
With a wave in her direction, he sent Mrs. Henniker scurrying away. He walked past the bakery,
chuckling, despite his boiling emotions and the pain in his heart from Annie's words.
You really don't know me.
Of course he knew her. For God's sake, he was married to the woman for years! How could he not know
her? A cold wind slapped his face as if to knock some sense into him. Annie must have meant something
else. But what?
He found himself standing in front of a pawnshop on the edge of town. Quaint little Skyview had a row
of buildings near the lake that didn't exactly fit into the mountain setting. A man inside rubbed a cloth
over the counter as if polishing gold. The shop wasn't as sleazy as one's in a big city, but it didn't look as
if it belonged here. A cold wind blew open David's jacket. He had no idea how long he'd been walking
and thinking-thinking of Annie.
He made his way inside to warm up and ask how to get back to the bakery. Not that he'd worry about
someone stealing Popi's car in this town. Everyone knew whom it belonged to, but David needed to get
back. Why the rush? he asked himself.
To see Annie was the reply.
"Afternoon," the man said as the bell on the door clanged behind David. "New in these parts, son?"
Someone in Skyview actually doesn't know I'm Annie's ex-husband, he thought. "Hello, sir. Actually, I
have been here before, several years ago. I'm staying in town at the Hamilton's."
The man gave a nod as if to say he approved and continued rubbing the counter. With a squirt of some
liquid cleaner, that reminded David of the pines surrounding Annie's yard, he said, "Aye- yeah. Nice
place."
The pawnshop looked well cared for-not that David had ever been in one before. But it didn't look as
bad as anything he'd seen in a movie. On the opposite wall was a booth for mailing packages and near
the back wall was a Western Union section. Seemed the shop had a variety of uses.
"Yes, well, I must have gotten turned around." The man's rubbing caught David's attention as he looked
downward to follow the gnarled fingers push the cloth across the counter. A gold band sparkled beneath
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