Becky lay back in the passenger seat and tried not to scream at her leg. It was throbbing through the narcotic, which was making her stomach churn through the anti-nausea d**g, which made her so…angry at the world.
She didn’t have time to be hurt.
The van was filled with almost a ton of malted barley, dried hops, and Asian pears at their peak of ripeness. She couldn’t afford to miss one day, never mind the ten that the nurse had told her to stay off her leg. Truly couldn’t afford it. Part of being a supplier was that her clients, taverns and restaurants, expected a steady and reliable supply. If they ran out of 5B beer, they’d just roll someone else’s keg into place and she’d have to fight like a demon to get the slot back by offering special price incentives that she could ill afford. S
