Skip Anderson loomed larger than life, no surprise there, the massive football player towering over all of us with his dark brown crewcut and fashionable five o'clock shadow, deep brown eyes scanning the interior before locking on his wife. Willow smiled at her husband though she didn't speak. Not that she didn't want to, maybe, but he never gave her the chance.

"This the joint?" So much for Olivia's nostalgia quote for the masses. Sounded like Skip never heard of ...