Near a cart of books that needed to be shelved in the Self Help section, Jonathan and David stood looking at a hottie in tight jeans bent over to retrieve a diet book from the bottom shelf. “Explain this to me,” David said. “She weighs like five pounds, and she’s going to buy a diet book?” “Skeletal is still the rage.” “Which book do you think she’s going to take?” “I don’t know,” Jonathan said, closely eyeing the denim hugging the girl’s backside. She shifted her weight in a motion that went straight to Jonathan’s head. “But I hope it takes her a long, long time to find it.” David laughed and swatted Jonathan’s shoulder. “Amen,” he said. Whereas Jonathan was small of build and thin as a reed, David was a hefty kid with a buzz cut, a round face, wire-framed glasses, and pale blue eyes. They’d been friends for more than three years, and until David’s parents had sent him off to Melling, they were nearly inseparable. After Jonathan was hired by Bentley Books, David applied for a position himself, though he certainly didn’t need the money.
