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The next Tuesday, I left Harvey’s just before eleven for an early lunch. When I called goodbye to my boss, he ordered me to bring him back a slice of apple pie.
I agreed and whistled my way down the sidewalk, eager to see Mari because I wasn’t going to be able to hang out with her this evening. Her family had a neighbor whose daughter was turning fifteen, so they’d been invited to her quinceañera.
So this would be the only time I got to be around Mari today. And I couldn’t wait for those few valuable minutes of sitting at the counter, watching her work.
I could watch her do anything.
As I passed Everett Realty, I glanced through the front window out of habit and grimaced when I caught sight of my mother standing next to her desk with her boss wrapped around her, trying to extr
