If Looks Could Kill by Jennifer Griffith EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Jennifer Griffith
- Language: English
- Genre: Inspirational Romance
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The Dark Moment
Fifty-nine cents? For a single grapefruit? I set it back on its golden
pyramid and moved on to the potatoes. I weighed a large baker in the
hanging scale and did the math in my head. Fifty-four cents.
I patted my pocket, mentally counted the nickels and pennies and
added them to the quarter again, and then placed the potato in a produce
sack and set it in my cart. There was still a tablespoon of margarine in the
tub at home. Margarine stayed good at room temperature—a boon because
the refrigerator never worked when the power was off.
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Neither did the heat. I pulled my coat tighter around my body,
cinching its belt. At least my apartment provided shelter from the latespring chill. Otherwise, I’d be on the street. A dumpy flat without utilities
was better than no flat at all.
“Creative diet?” A woman pushing a cart full to overflowing
stopped near the lettuce, taking a few heads of each variety. “Me, I buy all
these healthy foods and they go bad in my fridge while I end up snacking
on the same old junk food.” She added a pair of bell peppers to the stack,
one red and one green.
“Mmm.” I tried to agree without voicing it. If I spoke, it would be a
lie. I pushed past her, but she snagged my arm.
“Will you look at that?” She pointed at the mirrored section above
the carrots and turnips. The mist sprayers shut off and we stood side by
side. “Look at our reflections.”
I did. Mine had water droplets on it, and my cheeks were sinking in.
But—so were hers. Identically to my own. In fact, other features were
similar. Our facial shapes were the same, nearly hearts, with a mouth that
turned up slightly on the corners to give the appearance of smiling, even
when I had nothing to smile about.
Odd. All my life I’d considered that to be my unique facial trait,
something no one else shared.
“Our hair is the same color.” Dirty blonde. “Even our eyes are the
same shade of blue,” she said, slightly shaking her head.
The same shade of blue, yes, but hers were bright, and mine had a
haunted look. Or, more like a hunted look.
That look tended to appear when a person lost three jobs in six
months, and another one yesterday.
The very day rent was overdue.
“It’s strange. My fiancé said that he once knew someone who
looked just like me. For whatever reason, I thought he had to be mistaken.”
The mist came on again, and she turned to me. “What’s your name?”
“Molly.” I looked her over. She wore a sea green silk blouse, a
delicate gold necklace with matching dangling earrings, white trousers and
high heels that looked like they could cut glass. “Molly Iverson.”
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