Chapter Three
Unemployed
A beer in the hand is worth two in a keg.
Rodger had sold the Read to Be Thankful Bookshop for the second time, leaving me unemployed and soon to be broke. I had woken up to a “no need to go in – shop sold” text bleeping on my phone, accompanied by several of those annoying smiley faces.
I had no idea it was up for sale. When I say no idea, I mean I had ignored anything Rodger said that I didn’t like. So when he said…
“I could work there until…”
“Please run until…”
“Will you take care until…”
I ignored anything said after the “until”… until, that is, the text with the smiley faces.
It had taken a while after the separation for us to be on civil terms again, and part of those civil terms was me taking care of the shop.
Originally, Rodger had arranged to se
