Deck the Walls
Fox
I’d become a regular at Lowell’s, the small but well-stocked home-improvement store in town. Sam always remembered my name and asked me how construction was going, and the cashier had given me a twenty-percent-off coupon yesterday. Today was Saturday, so it was busier than usual even though it was rainy, and the people shopping looked more like homeowners than the contractors that had been around all week. I waited in line, scrolling on my phone, until someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“Excuse me. You wouldn’t happen to be staying on Rosewood Lane, would you?”
I turned to find a woman who was probably in her early sixties, with bright makeup and an even brighter hot pink one-piece short set.
“Yes. How did you know that?”
The woman smiled. “Lucky guess. My friend
