When they arrived back home, the day was just as overcast, only darkening slightly on the eastern horizon, and Penny was almost comatose with boredom.
“Any plans tonight?” Susan asked as they trudged up the steps to the front door. Susan deposited a large empty bin on the floor and fumbled for her keys. Penny stood behind her struggling with an identical empty bin.
“I don’t know,” Penny said. She’d planned on calling Katie or Ellen when they were finished with deliveries, but was now thinking longingly about her bed.
“Do you think I should reopen the shop?”
Penny hadn’t seen that question coming.
“I don’t know,” she said again, but felt she owed Susan more. “It sucks that there isn’t a bookstore here anymore, but you have to do what you want.”
Susan grunted a response and pushed the
