16
Zoe
On Tuesday, my first customer of the day is Sherry. Anna was right. While they have the same bright-blue eyes, high cheekbones, and set of their jaw, their demeanor couldn’t be more different. Sherry looks as though she wants to give me a hug and doesn’t seem to have much knowledge of the concept of personal space.
“How are you settling in?” she asks.
“Very well. Thanks for asking, Sherry.”
“Good. And how’s business?”
“The Valentine’s stuff is flying off the shelves, although I fear all the Donovan Grove wives might get the same heart-shaped candle this year. They’ve been selling like hotcakes.”
“I’ll have to get my own, as usual, although Jamie might get me one. No such luck with my husband. Suffice to say that Anna doesn’t get her aversion of all things Valentine’s Day from
