“Ssshhhh,” I said, mirroring him.
“Shhhh,” he continued, raising his brow even more.
“Shhhh . . .aron?” I offered.
“Exactly!” he said. “That’s the one!”
“Sharon?” I asked, almost falling backwards over my feet. “Great! Sharon!” I laughed nervously. “Sharon. I’d better get going, then, now. Wouldn’t want to keep Ruth and Samantha and SHARON—” I almost screamed that—“waiting.” I turned and started marching through the cemetery towards my car.
“Goodbye, Becca,” I heard him say.
“Bye, Mike!” I threw over my shoulder, and didn’t look back.
“Maybe we’ll make it a hat-trick,” he called from behind me.
I stopped and turned. “A hat-trick?”
He smiled. “Three times in one day.”
I laughed. “That’s doubtful,” I said, and then continued walking back to the car.
