Sausonys second attempt at employment was suitably successful. As she had nothing else to do with her day until Bret finished work, she offered to start that afternoon. She was put to work filling saltshakers and replacing them on the small tables in the tearoom. She folded napkins, scrubbed the counter, sorted teas into varieties in wicker trays, then turned to the bookshop at the back of the storefront, re-alphabetizing what customers had drawn from the shelves and failed to properly return. She liked the simplicity, the required perfection and the thought of being useful. Being useful was a novel idea for her, which produced a positive feeling almost as potent as the eroticism flourishing in her reawakened body.
Now she had something more to do that obsess on the s****l mischief that
