“That shop will keep you employed until you retire.”

He turned his back to me and leaned his shoulder casually against the counter.

I picked up another deviled egg and set it carefully on the glass flowers.

“They’re hiring for Saturday shifts at the Hastings clinic,” I said.

Walt picked up a white paper napkin and wiped his dry hands.

He didn’t turn around to look at me.

“The county shop is steady,” Walt told Luke.

“You don’t need to worry about the future.”