Two months later
“Gus!”
I jumped, the empty coffee cup near my right hand tumbling to the floor. Good thing it wasn’t breakable. With a sigh, I turned to see the store manager staring at me in exasperation from where she stood at the door to my tiny, stuffy office. I guess she’d been trying to get my attention for a while.
“What’s up, Nance?”
She frowned. “I called your name three times, hon. Snap out of it, all right? We need your help on the floor.” That meant it was really busy today. It was a Saturday, after all.
“Sorry, I’ll be right out.”
She nodded, opened her mouth as if to say something, then shook her head, and scurried away.
I saved my work on the computer and hurried out on the floor. The Bed Boutique franchise had been around for about ten years, of which I’d worked fiv
