In the middle of the afternoon, Sarah Willis appeared, eyes dancing, indicating she was just bursting with news. “Can I borrow Autumn for a bit?” she asked Rachel, who’d just finished ringing up a sale for a retired couple from Nebraska.
Autumn thought she could guess pretty well why Sarah wanted to “borrow” her, but she wasn’t going to argue.
“That’s fine,” Rachel said. She placed the credit card receipt from the transaction she’d just handled in the little pouch they kept under the register. “It’s about time for her to take a break anyway.”
“Thanks, Rachel,” Autumn said, and followed Sarah outside.
“Let’s get some coffee,” Sarah suggested.
That sounded like a good idea. It hadn’t been a particularly busy day at the store, but Autumn had been kept occupied by helping Rachel with inve
