Printer In Petticoats. Lynna Banning

any good at math?”

      “Well, yes, but...”

      “Okay, figure me this—how many articles can you typeset in an hour?”

      “Depends on how long the articles are.”

      “Right. Now, about—”

      “You gonna answer my question, Mr. Sanders?” She poked out her lower lip and swung her heel against the stool rung.

      “Look, Noralee, I’m not going to lie to you. When you fall in love you’ll feel it in every single part of you, your head, your heart, right down to your big toe. You won’t be able to miss it.”

      Her brown eyes widened. “Really? Really and truly?”

      “Really and truly.”

      “Does it ever go away?”

      “No, honey, it doesn’t ever go away. So be careful who you fall in love with, you hear?”

      He had to clear his throat again, but it didn’t help. He could see Maryann in that blue gingham dress he loved, coming through the apple orchard as she always did when he worked late on the newspaper, and a sharp ache knifed into his belly.

      He wondered if he’d ever be able to think of her without feeling as if he’d been hit over the head with a spiked shovel. Two spiked shovels.