Chapter 6: Lesson/Plan
Low clouds over the parking lot of Great Rooms! form an impenetrable canopy, like the folds of a gray parachute, full of the snow predicted for tonight. Twinkling white lights have been snaked through the topiaries, along with berries, but those are too bright, like red hots, and I wonder where they came from. Cold wind whips our American flag, cracking as it unfurls.
Employees pull in. Over time, most have upgraded to better cars; some now have car seats. I know every name, every backstory. Georgia’s been with me since the start. Joy collects butterflies. Vince talks too loud but he’s such a gentle soul he’d be devastated to be told so. Brooke ends almost every sentence with a little laugh, like underwater bubbles. Darren’s on his sixth marriage. And on and on.
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