Jerome, Idaho, the whole damned town, woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
This included the woman who opened the Red Star Café in Jerome every morning at four-thirty. Driving in to work that morning, it dawned on her that intimacy was an impossibility, with him in any event.
The relationship had sure rotted. She never should have let it happen. Some dark wind that scuffed her better judgment must have blinded her.
She would need to spend the day scraping up enough money to leave town. Then for a week or so she could stay with her sister in Gunnison, Colorado.
