24
Dye For You
Her eyes had been glued to the store’s entrance since she’d sent the note. She became quite efficient at doing her job with only a glance. Her real job was watching the door.
Two days after Fourfeet was beaten, Iris saw Sergeant Rogers enter the store, and her heart stopped. Dare she hope?
At last. Praise be. Behind him were Pietro and a skinny older man, both grinning.
“Ah,” she thought. “There’s Fourfeet’s ‘Zacile.’ Skinny.” Joy and anticipation, tenderness and excitement welled through her every pore. And then relief. He was walking, albeit with a little stoop. That bastard Julian.
Then they were at her counter. Pietro handed her empty boxes of dye. She put them down dismissively, but there was panic in his eyes.
“Please put dye in same boxes, Iris.” He smiled at h
