When Em walked away, Ivey couldnโt help but ask. โWhat
blue ribbon?โ
The menu suddenly seemed of deep interest to Jeff, a man
who by his account should have it memorized. โAfter we
broke up, some of the business people in town took sides.
Those who liked me hung blue ribbons in their
establishment. Those who liked you put up pink ones.โ
He looked so serious, and thatโs what kept her from
laughing. โIs that supposed to be a joke? Iโd forgotten
about your weird sense of humor.โ
He continued reading the menu as if it were a medical
journal. โMr. Peterson put up a blue ribbon, but that was
before Em bought the place. She took it down.โ
โAunt Lucy mentioned something about people taking sides,
but I thought she was exaggerating as usual.โ Blue and
pink ribbons? Had the whole town gone mad together?
โHow many pink ribbons were there?โ It would be nice to
know who her real friends were.
He met her eyes. โI didnโt count. I thought it was as
ridiculous as you do.โ
โBut Mr. Peterson had a blue ribbon. He always liked you
better.โ
โYou were the one who used to practically sit in my lap
every time we were here.โ
Ivey felt flushed at hearing the truth stated so matter-
of-factly. Even if Jeff had never protested the seating
arrangements. โMr. Peterson was a misogynist.โ
โEveryoneโs over it now. But I wouldnโt go into the
hardware store on Main Street.โ
Ivey let out a deep sigh. Everyone had held it against
her for leaving town for a man she met online, but it had
turned out to be the best place to find a fake boyfriend.
Em came and took their orders. Without the menu, Jeff
turned his full attention on Ivey. โSo howโs lover boy?
John, was it?โ
โJoe.โ Why couldnโt anyone get his name right? Even
imaginary fictional characters deserved a little respect.
โAre you sure?โ Jeff narrowed his eyes. โIโm pretty sure
it was John.โ
โThanks, but I think I know the name of my ex-boyfriend
better than you do.โ
โEx?โ
Ivey played with the edge of her napkin. โIt didnโt work
out. Next subject.โ