Chapter 3“Is that a hooker in the employee-only bathroom?”
Nathan refused to glance up from the entertainment magazine spread open on the checkout counter. Instead, he turned the page to his favorite “Two-Stars/One-Style” article.
“I’m talking to you, Nathan.” A loud snap of gum punctuated the sentence.
The sharp tap of boots against his freshly mopped floor—she’d better not leave scuff marks—echoed through the chip aisle and announced the ominous progress of their owner to the front of the store. Accepting the inevitable, Nathan answered in a swift monotone. “Hi, Amanda. How are you, Amanda?”
“Like you care.” Another crack of gum. “I repeat. Why is there a hooker in the employee-only bathroom?”
Nathan slouched closer to the counter and changed the cross of his ankles, careful not to
