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ejected her CD and plugged Tom back in. As Ada rambled and Tom crooned, Kate felt a slight brain bleed coming on.
    â€œIt really keeps my figure trim. And Fergie’s too. Being that I’m Iona’s good friend, I tried to get her to at least check out a few meetings over at the grange.” Ada shook her head and her eyes narrowed. “She said she would, but she never did. If she’d listened to me, she’d have lost that weight huckity-buck and there would’ve been no need to have that hip replaced.”
    What the heck was a huckity-buck? Fearing the answer, Kate pointed out instead, “It could be that Iona has a low metabolism.” According to her grandfather, Ada Dover arrived every day around noon, coifed, decked, and doused in Emeraude. No doubt about it, she was looking to make Stanley Caldwell husband number three.
    â€œShe should buy one of those mountain bikes from over there at the sports store.”
    Now that Kate was here, her grandfather always found something to do in the back room to avoid Ada and the widow posse who had him in their sights. He also made her do the home deliveries the widows called in on a regular basis. Kate didn’t appreciate it either. She didn’t like getting pumped for information about her grandfather, and she had better things to do than listen to Myrtle Lake rattle on about the horrors of heel spurs. Better things—like giving herself a lobotomy. “Maybe Iona should just start out walking,” Kate suggested as she rang up a box of Wheat Thins and placed it in the sack.
    â€œOf course, even if Iona wanted to buy one of those bikes, she can’t. The owner of that store is probably in the Carribean, sunning himself like a lizard. His mama is the nurse over there at the clinic. She’s not from around here. Minnesota, I think. Tight-lipped as Tupperwear.” Ada dug into her huge purse and pulled out her wallet. “I don’t know why he opened his store in Gospel in the first place. He’d probably sell more bikes and what-nots in Sun Valley. He doesn’t sell guns over there. Don’t know why, but that’s a Minnesotan for ya. Liberal and contrary.”
    Kate wondered what being a Minnesotan had to do with not selling guns or being contrary, but she was too busy fighting the shudder passing through her to ask. Sun Valley. The scene of the greatest humiliation of her life. The place where she’d gotten drunk and propositioned a man. The one time in her life when she’d managed to suppress her inhibitions and go for it, she’d been shot down by a man who’d practically run from the room to get away from her.
    â€œHe’s handsome as sin but doesn’t park his boots under anyone’s bed. Everybody knows Dixie Howe’s been trying her best to hook him, but he isn’t interested. ’Course I don’t blame him for avoiding Dixie. Dixie’s got a gift for hair dye, but she’s been rode hard and put away wet more often than Aunt Sally’s mule.”
    â€œMaybe he doesn’t like women,” Kate said and hit Total. The guy in Sun Valley hadn’t liked women. He’d been a misogynist. At least, that’s what Kate liked to tell herself.
    Ada sucked in a breath. “Homosexual?”
    No. As much as Kate would have liked to believe the jerk had been gay, and that’s why he hadn’t taken her up on her proposition, she really didn’t think so. She was too good at reading people to miss those signs. No, he was just one of those men who liked to degrade women and make them feel really bad about themselves. That, or he had erectile dysfunction. Kate smiled, maybe both.
    Ada was silent a moment, then said, “Rock Hudson was gay, and that Rupert Everett fella too. Regina’s son Tiffer is gay, but he isn’t good-looking. He was in one of those gay pageants down in Boise. He sang “Don’t Rain on My Parade,” but of course he