Chapter 9Gwen
“Lord, these phones just won’t stop ringing today!” James, who usually worked nights and wasn’t used to the hectic pace that normally didn’t rattle Gwen, was flushed and looked like he could have a stroke at any moment. He was well past full retirement age and should probably consider that option, but since his wife died, he couldn’t stand being at home any more than necessary. Nights worked out well for him, but Bethany had called in sick and he had offered to come in early to help Gwen out.
“The check-in rush seems to be letting up. Why don’t you take a break? I think Superdawg’s has a special going on. I can manage things by myself for a while.” James’ eyes lit up and she smiled. Gwen knew he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to get a big helping of greasy Superonionchips to
