“Are you okay?” Simona was asking Christy when I walked out. Her perfectly arched eyebrows were drawn together.
Shit, I forgot how weird Christy was around her. She was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the bookshelves, staring at Simona. There was no shame in her game.
“Simona, hi. Christy, could you um, finish packing the stuff in the stockroom?” I couldn’t believe her lack of filter.
Without a word she got to her feet and slowly, very slowly walked to the back room, pausing at the door to look back at her. When she finally closed the door, Simona burst into laughter.
“Simona I’m so sorry about Christy, she’s been, you know, upset we’re closing and not behaving normally, for her anyway.” I’m sure I was as red as the bricks on the sidewalk outside. Simona tried to regain cont
