She had exactly sixty-two dollars in her wallet and she needed most of them for grocery shopping that afternoon. Her checking account balance hovered right around zero, but she got paid in two days, so that was something.

“If I could afford a new tire, I would have bought it myself,” she muttered.

“It’s more practical than flowers,” Mrs. Ford offered. “Or chocolates.”

Elissa smiled. “Trust me, Walker isn’t courting me.”

“You don’t know that.”

She was fairly confident. He’d helped because…Because…She frowned. Actually, she didn’t know why he’d come to her aid. Probably because she’d looked pathetic as she’d wrestled with uncooperative lug nuts.

She rolled out the second crust. Flats of blueberries had been ridiculously cheap at the Yakima Fruit Stand. She’d pulled in after dropping Zoe off at her party. She had just enough time to make three piecrusts before she had to be back to pick up her daughter.

“I’ll finish up the pies after I come back from the grocery store,” Elissa said, more to herself than her neighbor. “Maybe if I take him one…”

Mrs. Ford smiled. “An excellent idea. Imagine what he’ll think when he gets a taste of your cooking.”

Elissa groaned. “You’re matchmaking, aren’t you?”

“A woman of your age all alone? It’s just not natural.”

“I like being a freak. It keeps me grounded.”

Mrs. Ford shook her head as she finished her coffee. She set down the mug, then slowly pushed to her feet. “I need to get back. There’s a Beauty by Tova hour starting on QVC. I’m nearly out of her perfume.”

“You go, girl,” Elissa said.

Mrs. Ford walked to the door that connected their two apartments, then paused. “I left you my list, didn’t I?”

Elissa nodded. “Yes. I have it in my purse. I’ll bring everything by when I get back.”

The older woman smiled. “You’re a good girl, Elissa. I’d be lost without you.”

“I feel the same way.”