this year, Dot?”“Blooming like crazy, Shelly. I’ll bring you some.”
And I always do. A big bunch, wrapped in wet newspaper. She keeps them in a coffee can on the counter by her window until they drop their petals.Ezoic
Shelly wasn’t there.
There was a young man in a blue suit behind the counter instead. Thirty, maybe. Thin. Very clean. His hair was cut short and combed with something shiny. He had on a white shirt so starched it could have stood up by itself, and a tie the color of a robin’s egg.
His name tag said BRANDON PIERCE,






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