Chapter 8
Cat stopped by later that evening with several plastic totes full of art. Kiko was both surprised and relieved when she hauled a snow-dusted tote in, hair bobbing around her flushed face, and set it down. It was getting to be dinnertime and customers were trickling out, off back home or out to eat.
“Chad,” said Kiko, motioning to the teen. “Help Cat unload.”
“Yeah, okay, boss,” said Chad, looking miserable. Kiko knew he was sour because Kiko hadn’t given him some amazing solution to his love life problem, but now was not the time. Nor was Kiko incredibly keen on advising him to do something that might not turn out well. Chad’s mother Evelyn could be particularly stubborn.
“Thanks again, Kiko,” said Cat, catching her breath and pulling out her phone to check it quick. “I have
