Now let’s see… which celebrities were battling through billion-dollar divorces? Plenty of divorces on the magazine covers, but nobody I knew. How is it I didn’t recognize the stars anymore? What happened to Oprah? Where’s Julia Roberts?
Umm. Why hadn’t my line moved? My eyebrow arched ever so slightly as I analyzed the situation. A tiny woman in a headscarf was bending over the counter in front of Charcoal Guy. She and the teenaged clerk huddled over a piece of paper. Reward card application? He’d probably promised her it would only take a minute. Right. My minute.
All pinched up into tension, I needed a break. From myself. And the melodrama myself was producing. I twisted my expression into a smile. It was insincere, but it counted. The young man's hair hid his face and muffled his voice, but his tone was kind. His hands moved gently as he offered a pen to Grandmother Babushka. Her gnarled fingers hesitated, and he held the paper steady for her. My fake smile turned genuine. Hurry drained away, and for a minute, I was living in the spot where I was standing.
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