Chapter Seventeen
All day she had looked for a sign. Her sisters were less bartenders and more birthday girls all day. The bar receipts showed it, as they didn’t bother charging most of the regulars. It was this way every year on their birthday. It was so well known that the sisters were buying, that the day had almost become a holiday.
Trilina liked order. She was meticulous about the books, but her sisters worked hard and took a few days off. They could afford it. She even had a couple of drinks, too, which rarely happened.
Now, on day two of their twenty-eighth year, her mind was on her mother’s words. If the sign didn’t come until the end of the year, she was going to drive herself nuts. With so few coins to count, the books were done more quickly than usual. She did what she always
