A month later, I was sitting on a stool behind the counter of Big City Computers, building a new computer for our home office. It was my first official day of business. Butch came up with the name and the slogan: "Big City Prices/Small Town Service".
As I screwed the motherboard into the stand-offs, I looked out the window and across the street at Roberts Farm Supply and smiled. Butch was standing out front smoking a cigarette, much like the first time I saw him. His black hat was slung low over his eyes.
The beep of the door opening diverted my attention away from him.
"Hi, Miss Anne," I said with a smile. "What can I do for you?"
Anne was an older woman, in her 50s. She was a cashier at the grocery store. She was very sweet, with big fluffy blond hair. She reminded me of Rose from "T
