Chapter 27Cory
Tractor Supply prided itself on customizing the shopping experience to location, focusing on what people out there really needed, and Cory had always felt a sense of accomplishment in that. But over the past several months their Boerne store had seen a different crowd of shoppers, more small-town hobbyists and retirees than large ranch owners and, while Cory hated it, it was something they, as a*****e, had to address. She was just rereading her list of possible adjustments when her phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Cory? Is that you?”
Evelyn? “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, Cory. I…I’m sorry. I did something stupid and now I…” Her voice sounded shaky.
“What? What did you do, Evelyn? Are you hurt?”
“No, nothing like that. I’m fine. Well, no, I’m not fine. Something is terribly wrong.”
