Chapter 7
Tuesday, April 5th LindsayThe glass door slid closed with a quiet whoosh as I sprinted into Damien’s office. I was running late, as usual, and I needed to be at Susie’s in twenty minutes for the lunch shift. Debbie sat at her desk, munching on carrot sticks and tapping furiously on her keyboard. My boots clicked on the concrete.
She glanced up at me and smiled. “I just got off the phone with your mom. She was in the middle of baking brownies. Sounds yummy.”
“They will be. She pulled out all the stops for the cowboys. Caramel, walnuts, and sprinkles. Those boys are never going to leave her kitchen.” I pulled out the chair across from her desk and sat down. The chair squeaked as I shifted it closer.
Debbie tapped a couple of more keys and the printer whirled to life. Several sh
