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her. “Don’t you have to go to work?”
    Lulu shook her head, her pigtails almost smacking her in the eyes. “I don’t start at Cosmic Comics until next week.”
    “Oh. Well, then, get in.” Sue Ellen held open the back door to her pink Cadillac. “Did you ever wonder why the main street in town here is called Barwell Street instead of Main Street like in Serenity Springs?”
    “My dad claims it’s because there were more bars than churches on the street,” Lulu replied. “And that went over well with the locals, so it’s called Barwell.”
    “Rock Creek is a lunch-pail kind of town,” Sue Ellen proudly declared.
    “By that, you mean that it’s got a blue-collar mentality?” Skye asked. “I agree with you.”
    “No, I mean there used to be a lunch-pail factory here, but it closed. We do still have a tank in the World War II memorial area.” Sue Ellen gave the armament a wave as they passed by. “But let’s get back to your traumatic experience, Skye. Were there sparks?”
    “Huh?”
    “Sparks,” Sue Ellen repeated. “Between you and that sexy sheriff. Someone said he copped a feel. You could report him for that, you know.”
    “It was an accident. And how did you even hear about it?” Skye demanded.
    “Her cousin was getting arrested for a DUI and he overheard some woman telling the sheriff not to cop a feel. We figured it had to be you.”
    “He’s a second cousin,” Sue Ellen said. “So what happened?”
    “Toni turned off the lights. You know how she likes to do that.”
    Sue Ellen nodded before looking in her rearview mirror. “Put your seatbelt on, missy,” she ordered Lulu. “I’m not getting a ticket because of you.”
    “Skye doesn’t have hers on.”
    Sue Ellen shifted her attention to Skye. “Get yours on too. You should know better.”
    “She’s distracted after getting groped by the sheriff,” Lulu said.
    “I am not!” Skye said.
    “Are, too,” Lulu taunted.
    Sue Ellen clucked her tongue. “Children, behave. Skye, talk.”
    “About what?”
    “The sparks.”
    “I gave him the Sicilian death stare. Nancy taught me that.”
    “Nancy Crumpler from the auto parts store?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Show us,” Lulu demanded.
    Skye had to swivel her heard to face Lulu in the backseat.
    Lulu shrieked.
    Sue Ellen swerved the Caddy. “Don’t do that!”
    Skye shrugged. “You wanted a demonstration. I showed you.”
    “Was the sheriff impressed?” Sue Ellen asked.
    “Hard to say.”
    “Yeah, he’s a hard one to read,” Sue Ellen said.
    “And you like hard ones,” Lulu said.
    “Stop that!” Sue Ellen’s order would have carried more weight if she hadn’t cracked up with laughter a second later.
    “Come on, admit it. Remember that naked firefighter?” Lulu asked Sue Ellen.
    “He wasn’t naked all the time. He posed in the nude for a fund-raising calendar.”
    “That wasn’t the only thing being raised. He appeared very . . . excited in that photo.”
    “Oh, yeah.” Sue Ellen smacked her lips. “November never looked so good.”
    “Then why did you two break up?” Lulu asked.
    Sue Ellen waved her hand, her lilac acrylic nails gleaming in the sunlight. “He was a player. A bed hopper.”
    “A lesson well learned, grasshopper,” Skye solemnly intoned in her best guru voice.
    “I’ll bet that sheriff of yours would look mighty fine in the buff. Make a great July pinup. What do you think, Skye?”
    “I think the chances of that happening are about as good as me joining the military-industrial complex,” Skye replied.
    Sue Ellen blinked. “Huh?”
    Skye lifted her chin. “I refuse to imagine the man naked. Not after he shoved a drug rehab flyer at me.”
    Sue Ellen appeared confused. “But, Skye, you imagine all men naked.”
    “I do not!”
    “You don’t imagine Owen naked, do you?” Lulu sounded horrified at the prospect.
    “Of course not.” Skye smacked Sue Ellen’s right driving arm, making the car swerve again. “Why’d you say