Thatcher hardly bats an eye. He stays behind me, but with his height, he’s able to stretch over to the elderly storeowner. “I’ll make sure they clear out when we leave. It’s nice to see you.” He cups her face tenderly and kisses her cheek in greeting. “You look good.” I glance keenly from her to him, him to her. I’m seeing much more of Thatcher today than I would’ve ever expected.
