Jimmy loved the smile on her face. It spoke volumes of the kind of woman she was when she wasn't out in public 'window shopping.' He wondered if he'd ever meet a girl who'd smile at him like that. There was this uncertainty about how much 'normal' a guy of his kind could expect. Considering all he'd learned about his mother post-mortem? No way was Jimmy betting on any happy-ever-afters in his future.
"I got my bed through right of inheritance. I had no idea bed salesmen were the same as used car guys. Didn't see that coming, but it's not too surprising considering isn't this place all about the money, honey?"
He shrugged, "My Ma used to say that. Exactly that way. She was a trainwreck, but memorable. What kind of lamps do you need? Floor lamps or more tabletop guys for mood setting or whatever they call it?"
Jimmy didn't know why he wasn't moving on. They were strangers in a store shopping for totally separate homes. He supposed he was looking for any kind of human connection at this stage. Pathetic, but at least he could be honest about it.