Malone
I'm not sure why but Wednesdays have turned into the most boring days at Sweeties. It doesn't help that it's been raining the last few days. The wettest September we've had in a while.
“This s**t is depressing," Cherry sighs as she comes out from the back. “We're gonna need a boat to float down Main Street if this doesn't let up."
“I know," I agree. “I can't even make my colorful board because it gets washed away as soon as I sit it out there. The only good thing is it looks like nobody else around here is getting any customers either. I think everybody is heading for higher ground." I come out from behind the counter, going to one of the empty tables. “You mind if I work on some of Slater's stuff?"
“No." She waves a hand in my direction. “I'm legit about to put on some Sons of
