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Heather
Present day
Two weeks went by, and it had become crew haven at Manny’s.
Channing’s, Bren’s, and another one—they were all in and out every day.
Crews always held a “danger” appeal to the Fallen Crest crowd—from high schoolers through the middle-aged lonely housewives—and since they were here, business was booming.
I was still ready for the crews to go back to their normal, less frequent visits. Things weren’t so tense when they weren’t around.
In the grand scheme of things, though, I wanted to make sure we were safe, so we endured. That’s all you could do in a storm: hunker down, wait for it to end.
Everyone felt it—the staff and the customers—whether they knew what was going on or not. They walked a bit more freely when they were leaving. The only one who didn’t seem af
