LEXIE
The next morning Mia decided I needed a day off, not from the drug store, it was my actual day off from there.
She meant from everything, from helping behind the bar, from organizing the storage room, from finding something useful to do with my hands every time I had a spare hour.
She communicated this by physically taking the cloth out of my hand when I reached for it after breakfast and pointing at the stool. "Sit," she said.
"I was just going to wipe down the..."
"Sit, Sara."
I sat down and she poured me a coffee and put a plate of toast in front of me and leaned on the counter with her own cup. "You've had a big few days," she said. "Just sit and eat and don't be useful for twenty minutes."
"Being useful is how I cope," I said. "Take it away and I'm just a woman on a stoo
