Chapter Eleven
Anne popped her straw through the small opening of the lid on her drink before taking a long pull of her sweet tea. As she settled back into her chair, her puckered lips finally leaving her straw, she said, “I really needed that. Talking to people all day is such dry work. And boring. At least, the conversations I have with them are boring. And wrong. So wrong on so many levels. Why yes, Mrs. Hamilton, that dress is very slimming. Ha! It made her look like a sack of potatoes and on her way to a Five Guys Restaurant. But I made my commission.”
Susanna couldn’t help laughing as she shook her head. “You’re terrible.”
Anne shrugged as she reached into the bag for her chicken sandwich. “I have to eat, don’t I? They don’t pay me to be honest, just to sell clothes.”
“That poor
