Chapter 10The afternoon rush was slowing down when Ivan uttered the one word dreaded by all who worked in the food service industry. “Bus.”
Alexi and Curtis, one of the other seasonal hires, immediately craned their necks to look outside. There was indeed a yellow bus parking itself in front of their shop. However, rather than the name of a school district, the side read “Sisters of St. Margaret Convent”. A flock of nuns poured out the door, blinking and smiling in the summer sunlight, all adorned in black and white habits with a somewhat surprising variety of skin tones. As much of a spectacle as this was, Alexi’s main concern was how many of them were making their way towards the parlor’s door.
“All hands on deck!” Alexi called out before any of the nuns could get within hearing range.
