LEXIE
Mr. Harlan came back to work three days later, he walked through the door at seven sharp like nothing had happened, glasses on, clipboard in hand, frown already in place.
I was behind the counter stacking the new vitamin shipment when he came in and I stopped what I was doing and looked at him.
He looked at me. "Don't," he said.
"I wasn't going to say anything."
"You had a whole speech on your face."
"I had mild concern on my face. There's a difference." I turned back to the vitamins. "Also you look better. Your colour's good. I'm choosing to be pleased about that quietly and professionally."
He grunted. "Quietly. Right."
"I contain multitudes, Mr. Harlan."
He almost smiled as he went to the back with his clipboard and the morning started the same way it always did, which f
