The Perfect Neighbors by Sarah Pekkanen

Author:Sarah Pekkanen
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: Washington Square Press

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Chapter Twenty-Three

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Newport Cove Listserv Digest

*Remove me from listserv?

Hi, I moved away from Newport Cove a year ago and still receive these emails. Can someone remove me from this listserv? Thanks! —Abigail Donohue, formerly of Blossom Street

*Maternity clothes—free!

Lots of casual clothes, well-worn but clean. Yours for the asking as I will definitely not be needing them again. —Reece Harmon, Daisy Way

*Re: Remove me from listserv?

Abigail, simply hit the “unsubscribe” button at the bottom of your listserv digest and you should be taken off the list. —Tally White, Iris Lane

*Re: Remove me from listserv?

There’s an unsubscribe link somewhere near the bottom in every digest, just click and that should do it. —Bob Welsh, Magnolia Street

*A cheery reminder!

When replying to an individual’s question on the listserv, there’s no need to hit “reply all” if the question doesn’t relate to the community at large. You can simply respond to the individual by clicking on their email address, which is embedded in their message, so that the entire listserv doesn’t get multiple messages with duplicate information. —Sincerely, Shannon Dockser, Newport Cove Manager

*Re: Remove me from listserv?

Just hit “unsubscribe” at the bottom of the digest and you’ll be taken off. —Margaret Grainger, Crabtree Lane

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You have 22 new matches! the headline of her email proclaimed.

Twenty-two sounded overwhelming, but it was better than none, Susan thought as she took a sip of her latte and clicked the button that would lead her to the dating website. She’d signed up for it the day after Thanksgiving, making her perhaps the only forty-year-old woman on the planet who wanted to begin dating to improve the emotional health of her son.

Maybe she’d meet a few guys for drinks. Maybe one of them would even be nice. Or just have all of his own teeth and speak passable English—she shouldn’t set her expectations too high.

She navigated to the photo of her first match, whose ID was TheMan4U. His photo looked surprisingly normal. He was of Japanese descent, a triathlete, and an accountant. Nope, Susan thought. She was doing this to forget Randall, not to be reminded of him by a man with the same occupation.

She scrolled over to the next photo. This guy—­BeachBum39—was extremely handsome. He was posing shirtless on a beach, a golden retriever by his feet. Susan began to read his bio: Note: My true age is 46, but I was getting contacted by too many women in their forties and fifties so I’ve changed my age to 39 in my profile. Be assured I look and act much younger than my real age!

You act like a baby, that’s for sure, Susan thought as she instantly deleted the guy’s face from her screen. So he wanted to date younger women—but he was dismissive of women who wanted to date younger men? On behalf of womankind, Susan felt like reaching through her computer, grabbing the Frisbee in his hand, and bashing it into his face.

By the time she’d gone through all twenty-two matches, she’d eliminated every contender except for two.

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