Some Other Time

by Angela Brown

She’s waving a white dish towel above her dyed-from-a-box blond bob of hair, as if she’s watching a ship come into port. Just like always since her migration to this place, Bunny wears a pair of sensible khaki shorts and a punch-colored cotton top, as well as a visor stamped with the word Florida, like she might forget where she now resides. When she lived in New Jersey, her entire wardrobe was black, as if she were in a constant state of mourning. Now? Every shirt she owns is the color of fruit juice, like her stylist is the mascot for Hawaiian Punch.

She hated her boss, a woman named Andrea (who insisted everyone pronounce it “On-drea-ah,” like that was a real thing),