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“And that’s why we work so well together. The threat of mutual destruction powers our relationship.”
Because this was the Corn Festival, the staffers were calling the game Cornhole, but we all knew it was really Bags.
At least here I can make money and eat my feelings while people talk about me as if I’m not there.”
The Calendar Crew were like a Greek chorus—always together as one, no real need to distinguish one from the other, though they each had their own distinct personality.
People tended to ignore service workers—not always purposely, but servers and other staff were often relegated to background noise, sometimes to the point you forgot they were even there. Until you needed something, of course.
She must’ve realized she’d gone this whole exchange without one backhanded comment, because as she stepped back into the cafe, she looked over her shoulder and said, “Choose something slimming, OK?”
You know how it is around here. She had a good heart, but people would rather you be nice than kind.
Our city council was no different from Shelbyville’s, made up of mostly older white men who were perfectly content with keeping things the way they were. The system had always worked for them, so they felt no need to change it.
“Your boyfriend isn’t the only infamous one around here, dear. You’ve solved how many murder cases now? And then the mayor’s wife dies in your town and suddenly you’re hanging around asking questions…Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to put two and two together?” She shook her head. “Youths.”
Murder investigations were so much easier when I didn’t like the people involved.
Not like being the mayor here brings that much power,” I said. “Power is power, and the people who wield it rarely want to give it up. Whether it’s over a company, a town, a family, or even just a single person, people have killed to keep what little they have,”
“But your flyer said there was a discount—” “Not for people who harass my coworkers. Those customers pay full price,” Leslie said, looking him dead in the eyes. “Also, I’m not a lady. Is that going to be cash or card?”
I had my aunt, grandmother, and godmothers test my creation that morning at breakfast and all of them bestowed upon it the highest honor an Asian person can give a dessert: “It’s not too sweet!”
how difficult it was to take on an intern position if your family didn’t have the means to support you. People say to dress for the job you want, but they don’t talk about how expensive that is, how one’s impression of what a professional looks like is based on shallow things like hair and clothing.”