Free Christmas Letters by Debbie Macomber Page B

line was much longer now. “I don’t think so.”
    “I’ve always wanted to do that. I felt like a child all over again,” he said enthusiastically.
    “A Free Child?” she asked in a mischievous voice.
    “Yes, free. That’s exactly what my book’s about, allowing children freedom to become themselves,” he said seriously.
    “Okay.” She was biting her tongue but managed not to say anything more. Surely there were great rewards awaiting her in heaven for such restraint.
    “Would you like to stop at the bookstore?” he asked. “I like to sign copies when I’m in the neighborhood.”
    “You mean an autographing?” She hoped it wouldn’t be at the same bookstore that had caused all the trouble.
    “Not exactly an autographing,” Wynn explained. “The bookseller told me that a signed book is a sold book. When it’s convenient, authors often visit bookstores to sign stock.”
    “Sort of a drive-by signing?” she asked, making a joke out of it.
    “Yeah.” They started walking and just as she feared, they were headed in the direction of the bookstore.
    As they rounded the corner and the store came into sight, her stomach tightened. “I’ll wait for you outside,” she said, implying that nothing would please her more than to linger out in the cold.
    “Nonsense. There’s a small café area where you can wait in comfort.”
    “Okay,” she finally agreed. Once she’d made it past the shoplifting detector K.O. felt more positive. She was afraid her mug shot had been handed out to the employees and she’d be expelled on sight.
    Thankfully she didn’t see the bookseller who’d asked her to leave. That boded well. She saw Wynn chatting with a woman behind the counter. He followed her to the back of the store. Some of the tension eased from K.O.’s shoulder blades. Okay, she seemed to be safe. And she didn’t have to hide behind a coffee cup. Besides, she loved to read and since she was in a bookstore, what harm would it do to buy a book? She was in the mood for something entertaining. A romantic comedy, she decided, studying a row of titles. Without much trouble, she found one that looked perfect and started toward the cashier.
    Then it happened.
    Wynn was waiting up front, speaking to the very bookseller who’d banished K.O. from the store.
    Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, K.O. set the book aside and tiptoed toward the exit, shoulders hunched forward, head lowered.
    “Katherine,” Wynn called.
    With a smile frozen in place, she turned to greet Wynn and the bookseller.
    “It’s you!” The woman, who wore a name tag that identified her as Shirley, glared at K.O.
    She timidly raised her hand. “Hello again.”
    “You two know each other?” Shirley asked Wynn in what appeared to be complete disbelief.
    “Yes. This is my friend Katherine.”
    The bookseller seemed to have lost her voice. She looked from Wynn to Katherine and then back.
    “Good to see you again,” K.O. said. She sincerely hoped Shirley would play along and conveniently forget that unfortunate incident.
    “It is you,” Shirley hissed from between clenched teeth.
    “What’s this about?” Wynn asked, a puzzled expression on his face. “You’ve met before?”
    “Nothing,” K.O. all but shouted.
    “As a matter of fact, we have met.” Shirley’s dark eyes narrowed. “Perhaps your friend has forgotten. I, however, have not.”
    So it was going to be like that, was it? “We had a difference of opinion,” K.O. told Wynn in a low voice.
    “As I recall, you were permanently banned from the store.”
    “Katherine was banned from the store?” Wynn asked incredulously. “I can’t believe she’d do anything deserving of that.”
    “Maybe we should leave now,” K.O. suggested, and tugged at his sleeve.
    “If you want to know,” Shirley began, but K.O. interrupted before she could launch into her complaint.
    “Wynn, please, we should go,” she said urgently.
    “I’m sure this can all be sorted out,” he