I HAD JUST FINISHED STACKING THE CANNED GOODS SHELVES IN THE grocery section aisle when I noticed Mr. MacPherson and a tall young woman walking toward me. She resembled Mac and was almost as tall as he was. He was leading her by her hand. I could tell by the way she was blinking and smiling that she was shy. That was probably the only detail about her that Buddy and Sadie hadn’t told me. I liked shy women. They were easy to control.
