Even as Charlotte attempted to sweep the pavement outside the shop, customers wanted to go inside. She smiled, followed them in, and let them browse as she put the broom away. There’d be time later.
The heavy clouds from yesterday never made it to Kingfisher Falls but the day was less humid, and Charlotte hoped the nice weather would bring shoppers out in droves. So far, so good.
Rosie arrived as the first customers left, the frown on her face at odds with her cheerful Christmas hat. She wheeled straight around the counter and tapped on the computer.
“Good morning.” Charlotte joined her. “Okay, since when do you have a f*******: account?” Rosie had refused Charlotte’s offer to walk her through the setup the other day, preferring to avoid social media.
“One learns when one must.”
“And
