Chapter 11The nursery doors opened at nine the next morning, and locusts in the form of bargain shoppers swooped in, plucked almost everything off the shelves and walls, then swarmed the checkout counter, forming the least structured lines in the history of modern-day merchandising.
I’d met and trained ten high school kids before we opened and was instantly made their floor manager, fielding questions from “Can they pay by check?” to “When do we close today?” Another favorite seemed to be “Is there a layaway plan?” Fortunately, the questions were all ones I’d been answering since the beginning of December when I first walked into Cuttings.
By noon, the hoard had moved into the greenhouses, scooping up the leftover Christmas ivies and miniature trees.
At the end of the day, the gift area
