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“I'm...I'm teaching him how to ski,” Violet replied.
We all stood there frozen in place. Of all the possible things Violet could have said, this was not what I'd expected.
In the pregnant pause, a woman approached the counter with a set of blue anal beads. Mid-twenties, bundled up from head to toe. “Hi, I'd like to pay for these.”
“On the house,” Goldie said. She reached across the counter, took the anal beads from the woman, shoved them in a bag and forced them back into the woman's hands. “Have a good day. Come back soon,” she said sweetly as she ushered the woman out the door. I'd never seen her want to get rid of a customer so fast in all the years I'd worked there.
No one else had moved a muscle.
“You're telling me you're teaching Ronald to ski?” Lorraine repeated, once the d
