Freshens Yogurt counter. She smiled. âCan I help you?â
âI hope so,â said Rich intensely. âI hope so. My wifeââ He stammered. âMy wife was here earlier today.â He thrust the bag at her. She moved away. âMy wife was here and bought these two pretzels.â
âWait, hold on, hold on, sir,â said the girl. âI just came on. I donât know anything.â
âWho worked before you?â
âAlex. He just left.â Richâs face must have implied urgency, because she said, âWait, maybe heâs still in the back changing. Hold on.â
She came back a few minutes later with Alex.
âItâs your lucky day,â said Alex.
âSomehow I doubt it,â said Rich. âUnless you want to redefine the nature of my luck.â He thrust the bag with the receipt and the pretzels at Alex. âMy wife was here earlier. She bought these here.â
Glancing at the receipt, Alex said, almost defensively, âIs something wrong with them?â
âNo, but something could be wrong with my wife,â said Rich. âSheâs disappeared.â
Alex smirked a little. âDo you think it had something to do with the pretzels?â
The counter rattled when Rich slammed down his fist. âYou think thatâs funny? Perhaps I didnât make myself clear. Let me explain. My wife, nine months pregnant, was here earlier today shopping. At twelve twenty-five she bought these from you. At twelve-thirty she called me and asked if she could meet me for lunch earlier than planned. At one oâclock she didnât show up, and no oneâs heard from her since. So now, tell me what part of that you find funny, so we can laugh together.â
Paling, Alex said, âHey, look, Iâm sorry, I didnât do anything. What did your wife look like?â
âPregnant. Extremely, inordinately, unbelievably pregnant. How many pregnant women did you serve today?â
âWell, one that I remember,â said Alex grumpily. âBut you know, the counter is highâI donât look over and check out my customersâ stomachs.â
Rich reached over and grabbed Alex by the shoulders, shaking him. âGod, help me. Please,â he whispered. âMy wife is missing.â
Immediately he let go; Alex looked noticeably upset. Rubbing his arms, the teenager said, âLook, I donât know anything. I just saw one pregnant woman here, long dark hair, carrying a lot of bags.â
Rich brightened. âYes?â he said. âThat sounds like my wife. What was she wearing?â
âI donât knowâoh, wait. A yellow dress.â
Rich nodded. âThatâs my wife.â Did that make him feel better? If it did, it didnât make him feel better for long.
âYeah?â Alex said. âThatâs all I can tell you. She bought a couple of pretzels, I think. Paid. Left, carrying all her bags. A guy who was here buying a pretzel for himself caught up to her and asked her if she needed some help with the bagsââ
Rich asked in a small, stricken voice, âWhat guy?â
âI donât know. Some guy. Iâd never seen him before.â
âNo, of course not. Did my wife seem to know him?â
âNo. He seemed nice, though. Kept asking her questions about the pregnancy, you know, when she was due, that sort of thing.â
Rich stepped back from the counter. âThis guy, what did he look like?â
âI donât know,â said Alex. âI didnât pay attention.â
âPlease try to remember.â
âI really donât know. Maybe your age.â Alex looked Rich over. âHow old are you?â
âThirty-four.â
âNo. I donât know. He was older than me, thatâs all I know.â
âBeard? Mustache?â
âNo, clean-cut. Short hair. Taller than me.â
âTaller than me? â asked Rich.
âHow
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