She shone her teeth. The gas station agent pulled out
change. Kelly counted along. He placed it in her outstretched palm. She grinned
bigger.
Well, she said.
Well, What?
Aren’t you supposed ta say ta have a nice day?
Does your mother know you are here?
My mother knows all sorts of things, so maybe she knows this
too.
I don’t want to see you in here anymore, okay?
And that smile slid off her face. She backed away from the
counter. Her gaze floated over the store.
If this is going to be my last time here, she began, than I
should probably make the most of it.
She pulled a magazine from the rack and let it drop from the
floor. She knocked over cans of beans and containers of motor oil.
Gee, this place sure is great. I sure wouldn’t want to have
miss all this.
