CHAPTER 3
BAD LUCK COMES IN THREES FOR BLAKE
“Do you have a bigger box?” I asked the clerk at the Carytown Wine And Cheese store. All I could find were the small three liter wine boxes. Today called for a huge giant box that took up an entire refrigerator shelf.
“Sorry, no.” The older woman behind the counter said, so I tossed four three liter boxes in the cart.
“Having a party?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. The woman reminded me of a Sunday school teacher, very judgemental.
“No. I was fired from my job an hour ago.”
The woman stared at me for a moment, and I’d swear I heard her clucking her tongue. “Well, don’t overdo it, dear.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed the cart toward the checkout line. What I was doing was risky, since my bank balance was barely hitting three figures, and
