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Chapter 31: It Just Ain't Right
“Roseanne, can I talk to you?” I was just getting ready to leave for the day. I had counted out my till and passed it off to the man who covered the evening shift. I frowned and pulled the straps of my purse up onto my shoulder. “Yes Mr. Delgado? Is there a problem? Was my drawer short?” Juan Alberto snorted. "In three months, your drawer has never been off, not even by five cents.” He pulled off his cowboy hat and ran his hand through his shock of white hair nervously. “Nothing is wrong, chica. I only wanted to… ask you a favor.” “Oh?” I didn’t know what to say, so I waited patiently for him to ask. He plopped his hat down over his head and spit it out, “I gotta go to El Paso on Monday. I got to have one of those…” he swore in Spanish. I didn’t know much Spanish, but I had
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