I guess not. Now what do we do?” I glanced over my shoulder, but no one was there.
“Go back to the shop, I guess. Maybe you could sneak over and look at that letter again.” Mindy tapped her fingers against the bench.
“Oh, no. I don’t want to go back over there.” I waved my arms.
“What’s the big deal? You did it once.”
I snorted. “I was stupid then and didn’t know what I was doing.”
Just as we prepared to stand, movement caught my attention. I motioned for Mindy to remain seated.
“It’s her,” I whispered.
My heart rate increased. I had no idea what to say and I had to fight back the thing in my head that was telling me to rush over and punch her. She might not be the smartest person around for sending those notes, but she didn’t deserve to be punched… not yet, anyway.
“What are you going to say?” Mindy asked.
“We’ll wait a few minutes and see what happens. See if Callahan shows up.”
I prayed that he didn’t. If I hadn’t discovered the note, when would he have told me? Never? Would I have ever known? I didn’t think I could handle seeing the two of them together right under my nose at the shop next door every day. But I guessed I’d eventually get over it. Time healed all wounds, or so they claimed. I never really bought in to that saying. Time made some wounds bearable maybe, but I didn’t think it healed all.
Ginger sat on a bench in the middle of the park with her back facing us. Her hair flowed down her back. She pulled her black sweater up closer around her chest.
“You’re right, she doesn’t even notice us.”
“I told you it’s a great spot. You can watch everything like you’re watching TV.”
We sat in silence for a little while longer with nothing happening. Ginger kept glancing down at her watch. After ten minutes, I couldn’t stand it anymore. Luckily, it didn’t look as if Callahan was going to show. Now was my chance to confront her and find out exactly what it was that she wanted.
Trying to process the letter I’d read and ready myself for what was about to happen, I stood.
“This is it,” I whispered. “Let’s go ask her what she wants and why she sent me the letters.”
I said the words, but I wasn’t sure if I should ask her. Something told me not to do it, but the other thing in my head said that it was the most brilliant idea of all time; so of course, I listened to that side of reasoning.
We slowly made our way across the park and I expected her to whip around and ask us what the heck we thought we were doing. It felt as if we were cats slipping up on a mouse. We had the advantage for the moment. Mindy and I had almost reached the bench when Ginger must have heard us and whirled around. Her eyes narrowed and it might have been the cloudy sky, but I thought they turned darker.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she screeched.
That was exactly what I thought she’d say when she spotted us.
“I came to talk,” I said.
Mindy walked in unison with my steps until we came to within inches of Ginger.
She glared. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Are you sure about that?” I asked. “You’ve sent me a few messages and I came to ask you to stop. Woman to woman.”
“I’ll stop sending them when you leave Callahan alone.” My clenched fists shook.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I’m seeing Callahan as long as we want to see each other. You and Callahan are no longer in a relationship as far as I can tell.”
“That shows what you know,” I said through gritted teeth.
“I know that you sent him a letter asking to meet you here and he hasn’t shown up. That tells me that he doesn’t want to see you.”
“Did he show you the letter?” She clenched her hands into fists at her sides.
That was a tricky question. “That doesn’t matter. Did you break into his car?” I asked.
Ginger turned away from us. She began walking across the park. Mindy and I exchanged a glance.
“Where is she going?” Mindy asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
We hurried after her, but she picked up her pace. “You didn’t answer my question. Did you take my necklace?” I shouted.
She didn’t answer as she continued across the park. She didn’t even turn around and