I manage to get to work on time. It’s a miracle that I hit all green lights. I must have a guardian angel.
May’s counting the money and loading the registers as I enter from the back of the store. I toss my bag in my locker and throw on my apron, tying it in a bow as I rush toward my register. “Good morning!” I smile.
“Good morning, chile!” She hands me my bundle of money. “Here, count this first. We need to be on our toes today. Fridays are busy.”
“Okay, I’m right on it!”
I take the bundle and start counting. After I finish, I tuck it in its place in the register and check the aisles and merchandise to make sure everything is in check. I find myself enthralled with the shop and all its peculiarities. I’ve been going over the catalog, trying to learn about spellcasting and what tools a
