Chapter 15There was no employee break room at the feed store, just a coffee machine and a soda machine jammed into the corridor near the back office, so everyone tended to take their breaks out the back, in the shady spot by the fire exit. There a bench there, and an old tin can filled with cigarette butts that someone only ever remembered to empty out once it was overflowing. Justin sat on the bench, his legs extended so that the toes of his new boots just touched the sunlight, and grinned as he watched the video on his phone.
Abigail wanted to see what Del’s style was, and what she was working with, so last night Justin had filmed him as he made an omelet and described the process as if he had some YouTube subscribers watching.
A lot of it had been off script.
“You know what?” Del sai
