“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, Manfred,” she said disgustedly.

He was bewildered.

“Seriously,” he said. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t know that. Did you just date one guy all through high school or something?”

“I’m fat,” she said, as one stated the obvious.

“Not so,” Manfred said instantly. “You have a woman’s body, a butt and boobs.” He started to say, “And even if you were, you’re still pretty,” but he had enough sense to shut up while he was ahead.

She looked both embarrassed and flattered. “Nice of you to say so.”

“I speak the truth, grasshopper,” he said seriously. He had no idea what that reference was, but his grandmother had always thought it was funny. Fiji seemed to find it so, too. “So anyway, what was wrong about your date with Travis, since we’re agreeing that nothing’s wrong with the way you look?”

She sighed heavily. “We just don’t seem to have anything in common.” She propped herself on her elbows and swabbed her face with a tissue. “We always talk about the Cartoon Saloon and the crazy people who come in there. He asks me how things are with the shop, and I say okay. Last night, he asked me who actually comes to my shop.”

“And you told him?”

“I told him I sold alternative-lifestyle things for women, mostly, and led classes in how to find your inner strength, and that I was a witch and sold some stuff pertaining to witchcraft. So my clientele is mostly women. And I’m a practitioner as well.”

“And he said?”

“And I quote, ‘Oooooh, spooky lady!’ He didn’t really seem to know how to react aside from that. He asked me if I had any tattoos.”

“You told him you were a witch, and that’s all he could think of to say?” Manfred smiled, just a little, and in a second he and Fiji were laughing out loud.

“I know,” she said. “I know! But at the moment, it wasn’t funny at all, it felt like the kiss of death!”

“How’d it go after that?” Manfred was trying not to laugh any more. He was a bit surprised the bouncer hadn’t had a chance to find out about Fiji’s tattoos firsthand.