Embrace the pure life, part two

Part one here.

Recently, my husband and I were in the City Market in Moab buying supplies for my special needs daughter’s formula.   For fun, we sifted through the motorcycle skullcap rack, looking for a skullcap €”with skulls €”that my husband might like to wear in addition to the one I bought him following his recent brain surgery.   That one is a black tieback cap ornamented with grey and white skulls clenching their crossbones in their teeth €”defiant pirate regalia.   It goes well with his salt and pepper beard.   I glanced toward my next destination €”the laundry soap aisle €”and noticed a man there, early-to-mid sixties, prowling restlessly up and down in front of the soap.   He glanced at me briefly then returned to studying the shelves.   I thought I detected more than a little bit of address in his glance, and indeed, when I entered the aisle, he whirled around and accosted me.

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