LEXIE
The morning started the way most mornings at the drug store did. Mr. Harlan was already behind the counter when I arrived, glasses on, reading something on a clipboard and frowning at it like it had personally offended him. He looked up when I pushed through the door, grunted once, and went back to his clipboard.
"Morning to you too," I said, hanging my jacket on the hook near the back.
"Shipment came in last night," he said without looking up. "Boxes are in the back. Cold medicine and vitamins, labels face out."
"Labels face out," I repeated. "Revolutionary concept. I'll try to contain my excitement."
The corner of his mouth twitched and he turned a page on the clipboard.
I went to the back, found the boxes stacked neatly by the door, and started working through them. The morn
