When Dom entered Yolks on You, notebook in tow, and stomped his boots clean on the sopping rug just inside the store, the place was still busy. By Mother’s display, Katie was reading a book to a gaggle of fidgeting children. Their guardians wandered the store looking at merchandise or sat at the tables with some of Kiko’s adult eggnog, content to have a few minutes uninterrupted on their phones. Dom crossed to the register where Kiko was ringing up an older woman’s assortment of ornaments and coloring books and waited his turn.
“Busy?” asked Dom when Kiko was free. He watched Kiko grab a water bottle from behind the counter and take a drink, smoothing his tie with a light brown hand as he went.
“You’ll have to wait your turn like everyone else,” said Kiko.
“What, no special treatment fo
