LEXIE
Wednesday at the drug store started with Mr. Harlan in a philosophical mood, this was new. I hadn't seen this version of him before.
Usually he came in with his clipboard and his opinions about shelf organisation and his general outlook that the world was slightly disappointing but manageable.
Today he came in, put his clipboard down, poured himself a coffee, and stood at the window looking out at the main street with the expression of a man reviewing his life choices.
I gave him five minutes, then I couldn't help myself. "You alright over there?" I said.
"Fine," he said, not turning around.
"You're staring at the street like it owes you money."
He turned around then and looked at me over his glasses. "How old are you?"
I blinked. "Twenty six. Why?"
He made a sound, not qu
