1.8.20
Without a word to him Penny opened the other register with a, “I can take the next customer,” or something generic and Addy came back, “Twenty, what?”
1.8.19
The customer smirked and slipped a card from her oversized wallet. “You and this Penny then? I’ll take twenty please.”
1.8.18
“We do—Penny.” Addy gestured across the floor while three more customers promptly extended the line.
1.8.17
“It’s okay dear, it seems like you’re in another world altogether, but do you give cash back?”
1.8.16
“Oh,” he said, twisting his mouth into a conciliatory social wince, “I apologize—I’ve turned your million-dollar experience with Penny upside down so quickly, it’s surely given you whiplash.”
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