“Well, I assume you’re here to buy a gift for Chastity’s wedding. There’s only a few items left on her registry.” “We’ll take the cheapest one,” I say, and Damon snorts. “Of course,” Mrs. Jones says with a smile. She reaches for the shelf above her and pulls down glass salt and pepper shakers that are accentuated with gold around the edges. “I’ll wrap these up for you.” While she does that, Damon leans in and whispers, “Who the fuck needs glass salt and pepper shakers? Is your ex-girlfriend royalty or something?” “She wishes,” Mrs. Jones mutters, and I can’t help laughing.
