Another day of complete exhaustion. In the few short months since Jimmy’s return, he worked himself from sunrise to late in the night. His father’s shop had never been more organized and efficient. He, on the other hand, was a walking disaster. In order to compensate for the long hours, he filled his body with cups of coffee and cigarettes. At night, in order to clear his mind of all thoughts of Greta, he would drink until he would pass out. The days blended into the next, all a blur.
His mother thought his problem was loneliness. She convinced every mostly eligible young woman in a five-mile radius to visit the shop and flirt with Jimmy. But he was having none of that and had managed to chase them all away. Well, except for Carla Hepplewhite, who seemed to have found Jimmy a particular c
