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    “Sorry about that.” Reba’s friend approached. “Didn’t mean to scare ya. My name’s Rocky. Let me know if I can help ya any.”
    “Thanks. I’m Kirsten, and a little nervous about buying my first motorcycle.” I shook his hand and tried to give him a confident smile, but I think “novice” blinked in glowing neon colors on my forehead.
    “Been ridin’ long?”
    “No, I haven’t actually ridden yet. I mean, by myself. I used to ride behind my great-aunt on her Indian. And I’m signed up to take motorcycle safety classes next week.”
    Rocky nodded. “That’s good. Do you have a particular bike in mind?”
    “Find her one she can flat-foot, Rocky.” Reba was good at giving orders.
    “Flat-foot?” Opal asked.
    “Yeah, plant your feet flat on the ground. Safer that way. If the bike’s too tall, she’ll be too heavy to hold up, and you’re more likely to drop her.”
    I nodded. If I was going to plunk down this much cash, I sure didn’t want to be dropping my bike.
    “See this white one over here?” Rocky walked over to a pearl-white Sportster, and we all followed like little ducks after their mama. “Lady-rider owned, garaged, seat’s been lowered. Give it a sit and see how she feels.”
    Hope filled my heart on several levels. I hoped I could own a bike as pretty as this one. I also hoped he would turn around in case I couldn’t get my leg over the bike. The capris I had on were too snug. I wished I hadn’t had that second helping of pasta the night before.
    I handed my oversized handbag to Opal and praised God that Reba kept Rocky occupied with stories of yesteryear. I counted to three, jacked my leg up as far as I could, and cleared the sissy bar. Barely.
    I recognized the sound of seams ripping.
    “So? Whadda ya think?” Reba looked at me and gave me a toothy grin.
    “Nice.” I tried to sound like I knew what I was talking about, but to be honest, I had no idea how it was supposed to feel. I was too out of breath from getting on, and had just ripped my capris all the way up the back.
    “Could use some forward controls, but looks like she fits you pretty well.” Rocky walked around the bike and checked out my height and the way my feet hit the floor and then rested on the pegs. I pulled my shirt down and shifted in my seat.
    “I’d let you drive her, but you don’t have your license or permit yet…”
    “What about that one over there?” I pointed to a fully dressed Road King, shimmering in burgundy metal flake. I needed him to look the other way while I devised a launch off the Sportster.
    “Might be a bit too much bike for a beginner. But you’re not a petite girl, so you might be able to handle it.” My eyes instinctively widened, and I looked at Lily and tried not to laugh.
    I attempted to slingshot myself off quickly, but my foot got stuck and I had to wrench it across the seat. Opal stood behind me stifling a laugh. I swallowed my pride the best I could while trying to catch my breath.
    “How much is this one?” I asked. My voice croaked in a whisper. Reba looked at me and held her hands out and mouthed, “What’s wrong?” I gave her a crooked smile. I could hear Opal choking back laughter behind me.
    “It’s got fifteen thousand miles on it. I’d say, oh, $12K.” Rocky nodded, stuck out his lower lip, and hid his hands behind his back.
    “Hogwash,” Reba said. “You keep quiet, Kirsten, and let me handle the negotiating.”
    Reba took Rocky by the arm and whispered something to him that made him throw back his head and laugh. They walked arm and arm into the sales office leaving Lily, Opal, and me with the tempting bikes in the showroom.
    The bell on the front door rang again. I jumped and turned to see who had walked in.
    Aaron and the boys stood grinning inside the door.
     
     
     
     

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    “What are you doing here?”
    I walked toward Aaron and the boys, and Opal handed me her jacket. I wrapped it around my waist to hide the gaping hole in my