Two weeks ago, as Claire Nathan was picking out persimmons in the produce section of the Gray Squirrl [sic] IGA, Ken Grantham told her that his wife had left him that morning.
Ken spends most of his time in the produce section. He doesn't work there, but he doesn't like coffee or beer or books, so there are no other public places he can hang out.
For two weeks, he's been getting invitations to supper from people who feel sorry for him because his wife left him. She just went to visit her sister in Amarillo for a couple of weeks, but Ken doesn't like to cook or eat in restaurants by himself.
Now she's coming home. He's preparing by moving the furniture an inch so that the leg holes will show in the carpet and thus make it look like he vacuumed.
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