Glass (Crank 2)

What shift did you have in mind?

Is he offering me—Bree—days?

One way to find out. “Well, I’d like

days, but I know you have to pay

your dues, so whatever works….”

Now the drool fairly drips. We’ll

see what we can do about those dues,

but you happen to be in luck. One of

our day-shift people quit today.

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Unreal. The cretin is offering days.

And something else, too. I’ll have

to consider that carefully. He’s really,

truly nowhere close to my type!

He scoots his chair even closer to

mine, measures my [non] reaction.

When can you start? I’ll be happy

to come in and train you personally.

Oh, yeah. I just bet he will.

But what will he train me in?

I tell him about the upcoming

celebrations. “How’s Monday?”

The shift starts at seven. He stands,

gestures for me to precede him back

to the front of the store. I can only

guess what he’s looking at from behind.

As We Pass the Counter

The smell of fresh tobacco

almost makes me reel.

Damn, would I love a smoke!