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me what to do.”
    “Jump in bed with him,
Sweetie. It’s the only way to get him out of your
system.”
    “Megan, I certainly have no
intention of getting into bed with anyone.” I could feel my spine
stretch out as I sat up straighter. “Besides, he’s at least five
years younger than I am. And he makes me stutter.” I
wailed.
    Megan had the nerve to sit
there and snicker. "Who cares about age these days? Don’t you know
it’s cool to date younger men? They call them cougars.” She laughed
and lightly punched me in the arm
    “Who’s called
cougars?”
    “Women who date younger
men—cougars. It’s fashionable to date young guys.”
    “Right. I live to be
fashionable.”
    “Face it, Sweetie. You've
got it bad already. The bug has bitten you.”
    I could’ve slapped her.
Well, no I couldn’t. Not really. She’s my best friend, even though
she pulls no punches with me. But after so many years of Edwin’s
browbeating, I knew I didn’t want to get involved with anyone for
any reason. At least, not right now. “A cougar? Oh, good Lord,” I
groaned. “I’m not even divorced yet.”
    “You know, Edwin isn’t
divorced from you either and he has no problem getting involved
with someone else.”
    “Edwin is scum,” I
retorted.
    “True. So, what about the
dead dude? What’s going on with that?”
    “Oh, Megan, it was awful
seeing that bloody body. We need to find the fool who killed this
Wes guy to get Bernie off the hook.”
    “Bernie? You mean both of
you are involved in this mess? I don’t know how you get mixed-up in
these things, Jennifer. Why do you even have a coffee booth at
Polka Daze? You said you got an offer to sell Primo
Gusto?”
    “Oh, I did, but I just
don’t know what to do. One day I feel that I can’t refuse the offer
that company in Seattle made me, then I don’t know how I can part
with it. In any case, my lawyer says to wait until the divorce is
final to make a decision so Edwin can’t get any of the
profits."
    “Didn't he sign off on the
incorporation so he couldn't be held liable for your debts?” Megan
asked
    “Yes and he hasn’t been any
part of my business. But, if I sell before the divorce is final, he
may be able to get some of the money I receive from the
sale.”
    "Well, then you'd better
wait to sell. You built the business, with him fighting you every
step along the way. He doesn't deserve to get any of the
profits.”
    “I’m not even sure I want
to sell. Primo Gusto is like my child. It’s
complicated.”
    “Isn’t everything? But you
were interested in selling before Edwin left you. Maybe you just
need it now while you heal. Promise me you won't make a decision
until you work out your feelings about the divorce and where you
want to go from here.”
    "I was getting some
pressure from the company in Seattle that made the offer but I put
them off until after the divorce, so I have some time to decide
what to do,”
    “That’s good. Okay, what do
we have to do to help Bernie?”
    I watched as Megan downed
the last of her cooler. I had only taken a few sips of
mine.
    “When Bernie and I were
walking toward our cars after the keg tapping, this guy ran into
us. He almost knocked Bernie down. I think it was Wes.”
    “Why do you think it was
Wes?” Megan asked.
    “Because he was tall and he
hid his face and who else would try to knock down a nun? When
Bernie got to her car she found both tires on the driver’s side
were flat. They weren’t cut, just flat. I think Wes let the air out
of them.”
    “That’s no help. If this
Wes dude flattened her tires, it gives her more reason to knock him
off. We need to find out what the argument was all
about.”
    “Okay, so where were you
last night? Is Don in town?” I asked. Don Dahlberg was Megan’s
current love interest. An airline pilot, he was only in Hermann a
few days a week, which is probably why the relationship had lasted
for over three months.
    Megan rolled her eyes at
me. “It was the first night