Work is busy today, and I bask in its constant hum. The continual pace, customer service, stocking, ordering; it keeps my mind cluttered rather than on thoughts about my brother, Dr. Rice, and the charming Ethan LaBlanc. I’m grateful for small favors.
I roll up to the apartment a little after six and kill the engine. Gathering my bag and keys, I slide out of the car and head to the front entrance, when I spot a familiar face.
He’s leaning against the glass pane, grinning as if he’s the canary that played a fat joke on the cat. I stop in my tracks, gaping. “Oh, my God! Where have you been? I owe you big time, dude!” I run to Franny and throw my arms around him.
“F'sure! But git your damn hands off me.” He steps back as if I’ve robbed his virginity. “Since you’re so grateful, you can feed
