IndoctrinationStraining to see as the craft hovers closer, I count five of them, which are two more than I expected. They look like otherworldly mannequins huddled together under a bubble. I can't be the only person who sees them. The office gossipers say I'm touched. They disbelieve the things that happen to me so I quit talking about them. Except for Frannie. She took a chance and hired the new girl in town. Said she saw something in me—whatever that was. She gave this racy girl a chance and I vowed I wouldn't let her down. I've become the top sales person in the shop. That's another reason the other ladies gossip.
The guy in the lane next to me toots twice and I'm distracted.
“Sure you can hold that thing on the road?” the honker yells from his car.
“I can do this in my sleep,” I say
