Just the right place and time.

Just the right place and time

I’ve been buying supplies for tropical fish here for years. I walked around the new display of fifty-gallon Lexan aquariums.

She scanned a display obviously looking for something. I could feel her anger directed at her husband loitering near the cooler with a bag of dog food and a one-year-old baby in the shopping cart. She had just broken off a strained communication with him.

I responded to the way she moved. “Do you need help finding something?” I asked.

When she turned and peered into my eyes, I felt a stirring in the pit of my stomach. “Where is the ick medicine?” She kept looking at me, her hazel eyes smoldering.

I reached back into the middle shelf where bottles of Methylene Blue had been pushed to the back and dropped one into her hand.

She handed me a card and mouthed, ”Call me.”