He texted me during Penny’s morning rush. I’d slept on the couch on the second floor of the shop. I’d woken wishing I had the hangover and BG’s comfy bed back. My body ached everywhere, and the dust accumulation upstairs was so bad I ended up sneezing and wiping my eyes all night.
“I’m calling Claude,” I warned Felicity. “He’s got to clean the upstairs even better than he does down here. I won’t be able to stand it otherwise.”
I guess I must have said it as an ultimatum because Felicity gave me a weird look and drawled, “Okay.”
Brad, one of the high school seniors who worked before going to classes, bumped me away from the cooler, grabbed an orange juice, and said, “Got up on the wrong side of the bed, eh, grumpy?”
He skittered back to the register and his customer before I could respo
