Everyone in the store saw her before I did and scurried. Mice!
Nancy went to the tool department—crickets—then appeared at my shoulder. Felt her eyes. As manager, you insist on good customer service so I looked up. “Can I help you, Mrs. Lawrence?”
She wanted a drill for your birthday. Did I know which one you liked? Yup. She winced. I smirked. Know you better than she does anymore. Remember to be surprised.
I even cashed her out! The credit card was in your name. She knew the PIN. I don’t. What is it? See u tonight.
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After listing to long long tales of woe all day at work, Karen writes short fiction. She feels much better then and her family is happier with her cooking. Karen lives in Ontario, Canada.