I was used to being occupied on Thanksgiving afternoon decorating Santa’s Wonderland in the middle of the mall. Maybe I should have done that again this year, but I was in school now and that job? Did. Not. Miss. Since Aunt Mel wasn’t the property manager there anymore, I didn’t have an automatic in with whoever the new manager was—although I probably could easily get the job since I had so much experience.
The line in front of Best Buy was just forming when I parked the LaSabre. Fourth in line meant I had a good chance of getting the camera I wanted for Corin. I rubbed the tightness out of my chest, thinking of him hurt. He couldn’t stay pissed forever, could he? That was assuming he was pissed. He was probably embarrassed, but if I were him, I’d have been pissed at Jen. Then again, I’d
