I pulled out my phone and took a quick shot of it just as the bell above the door jangled. Ida Belle shoved the receipts at me, and I used my arm to pull them all in the box, barely getting it back under the counter before Celia stepped up, frowning. “Don’t tell me Walter has left you in charge,” she said. “As a matter of fact, he has,” I said. “Is there something I can help you with—prune juice maybe? You have that blocked look.” “How about the jaws of life?” Gertie said. “We can get that stick out of her butt.” Celia turned beet red and tried to reply but only managed a sputter. Finally she
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