Page 34 of Never Been Matched
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The second time I walk up to Graham’s door, I’m carrying a giant box of produce. Nothing to see here, just the normal, weekly squash delivery.
This time, when I knock, the giant box blocking his view of my face, he opens right away.
“Hey, Noah.”
I shift the package in my arms to meet his gaze. He’s still dressed like a homeless street urchin.
He frowns at me. “Where’s Noah?”
“He was otherwise engaged, so I’m here to deliver your squash.”
“Okay.” He reaches for it.
I step back.
“What are you doing?” The frown deepens further.
“Delivering your squash. But I need something in return.”
His response is clipped. “And what is that?”
“A signed copy of How to Survive Your Own Funeral.”
His jaw tightens. “Give me the squash.”
“Give me the signed book.”
“No.”
I shift the box slightly. “I suppose I could take these back. I’m sure Noah can find another buyer. Or I could keep them. I love my leafy greens. Prevents scurvy.”
He doesn’t speak for a few long seconds. “You’re really holding vegetables hostage?”
My arms ache. “Think of it as more of a negotiation.”
“This is extortion.”
“Look.” I move the box to rest on my hip. “I need a signed copy of that book because Beverly asked me to do this. If that’s not enough for you, I don’t know what to tell you other than expect me to be banging on your door night and day until we can make this happen. What do you want? Money? I am happy to pay for it.”
A divot appears in his brow. “Why would Beverly have you do all this?”
“That’s a great question. It’s part of her last wishes.”
He shakes his head. “Was she unhinged, or are you?”
“It’s probably me.”
He turns and disappears into the house.
He’s either going to get me a signed copy of the book or a broom to shoo me out of here. Or something more violent.
A moment later, he’s back with a book in his hand, a paperback with worn edges, the title stamped across the cover in bold black lettering.
He stops inside the doorway, fixing me with a look. “If I sign this, you will hand over the squash and leave.”
“Totally.”
