Thanksgiving weekend blew in on gusts of wind, the threat of thundershowers, and so much tension it felt like we was walking around ready for an ambush.
We wasn’t the only ones who’d been working long, hard days. Hazel and Jimmy had also been stockpiling sales stuff.
Going out to lunch was a thing of the past. We was all armed for a killing.
Hazel’s annual Thanksgiving dinner for shop owners, which was really lunch the day before, seemed more like a wake this year since we was all so tired. When Jimmy hung around with Jax more than me and Hazel kept giving me the evil eye, I shrugged. What the hell did she want me to do about it?
Yeah, sure, I was kinda confused that Jimmy only flitted by to talk to me once in a while. But I was too exhausted to be good company. Besides, it didn’t matt
