![]() ![]() Bethany stands at her register, skimming through a magazine she grabbed from the rack beside her. I stroll down the cereal aisle on my way through, snatching a box of Lucky Charms off the shelf. “Will do,” I say, walking out before he can ask me for anything else. “Stop by on your way out and tell Bethany I’m approving her request.” I want to say no, because I hate running registers, but I’m too nice for that. Bethany asked for the day off but there’s no one to cover.” “I need an extra shift worked, if you’re willing to pull a double on Friday. “Actually, I know how you can make up for it,” he says. He knows I’m good for it, which is why he gives me leniency. ![]() “I’ll make up for it,” I say, clocking out. Marcus is tall and slim, with brown skin and black hair that’s starting to show signs of impending gray. I stroll to the front corner of the store, to where Marcus, the manager, hangs out in an office tucked behind Customer Service. The radio moves on to Lisa Loeb’s Stay, and that’s about when I decide I’m done with this day. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate whatever you make,” I say, “but he’s more of a chocolate cream pie guy.” ![]() “Does he have a favorite? Apple? Cherry? Thought it might be pumpkin, or maybe pecan.” “Thought about baking him a pie,” she says. I start straightening up the candy rack near the register. I don’t have to look to know she’s talking to me. ![]()
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