Going to a Christian bookstore sounded lame. Grace needed to find a place with more interesting people. So instead she headed to the food court. It was the best place to meet people of all kinds and also a pretty good place to score some chicks.
Grace suddenly stopped in mid-step. Score some chicks? Why would I think that? she thought. Every now and then she had these strange feelings, like something wasn't right. First, it was back at the house when she was reading the newspaper, then it was in the parking lot when she got out of her car, and then right now. Why in God's name would she be checking out girls? But after some thinking, she wondered why she wouldn't be checking out girls. What was she? Gay? Wait. That doesn't make any sense, she thought. But before she could think about it further, she got interrupted.
"Hey, Grace," a voice said.
She turned and saw ...
