Kandace
“You look like something the cat dragged in," Chloe says, handing me a paper cup of coffee from the diner.
It's only ten minutes before the store opens. On Saturday, we open at nine. Traffic in town is picking up as out-of-towners drive from one festival to the next. The diner was too crowded to get coffee when I first arrived.
“Thank you." I take the coffee and hum. “Yeah, I feel like shit."
“Are you sick?" my friend asks with concern. “Maybe you're pregnant."
I shoot her a death stare. “Since I haven't had s*x in six years, I'm going to eliminate that possibility." Taking a sip, I shake my head. “I found Mom's wine stash." My lips quirk. “And since there was only one glass in the open bottle, I opened the second."
“And how much did you leave?"
“Wine stoppers are for q
