And I simply gape at him, astonished. At least twenty-five people said hello to him in Meyer’s. All those little waves and friendly greetings, as if people are actually happy to see him. Bobbie called him charming. Agnes claims he’s a teddy bear. Ethel talks about him like he walks on water. Am I in some sort of alternate universe? One where everyone else sees Jonah in one way and I see the truth? “Have I done something to make you not like me?” I finally blurt out.
