CHAPTER - 13
A nametag was pinned above her right breast and he couldn't quite make it out. Ana, maybe?
"Hey, can I help you?" he asked, setting the last of his vases on the shelf. One slipped off the edge and hit the linoleum breaking the early morning stillness of
One-Stop-Shop.
Startled, the girl jumped and nearly dropped the box she was carrying. After she recovered, she joined
Jenn, who swore while bending over to throw the large chunks of glass into the same empty box.
She set hers on the floor beside him.
"Well, you kind of helped," she said. "Now I at least know where the vases go. The lady in the back sent me
out here with this without much direction."
"Oh, yeah, that's Mecca. She, uh, doesn't have the best people skills." Her head bobbed in understanding.
"And I'm glad
