Seventy-Two-Year-Old Darla Pays Cash for an Emerald Green Prom Dress
“I don’t want to jump to conclusions,” I said.
“Rory told Sadie work was slow.”
“Rory tells people whatever keeps them quiet,” Ben said.
He picked his charts back up.
“You know how he works, Jodi.”
At five o’clock I went to the grocery store on Main Street for ground beef and a loaf of bread.
The store was packed with people stopping in after work.
I pushed my cart down aisle four, looking for canned tomatoes.