I have never been threatened before.
But I make one new friendship this year and I'm being forced to drop it. It's laughable. I honestly didn't realize I had an enemy out there. Heck, I barely have any friends.
"Excuse me, Miss, you asked for a size 4?" I asked, holding a dress the customer had requested.
I was almost through with my shift at Lola Rae, treating today like any other. Life goes on, whether you've been blackmailed or not. The letter was in my backpack by the cash register. I'd held onto it all day, thinking I would confess to someone.
But I didn't. It stayed hidden, like a dirty secret. My burden.
"Yes, I did," the customer retrieved the dress out of my arms, "Are the changing rooms that way?" she asked, pointing to the sign that said 'changing rooms'.
A for effort.
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