Someone has left a mess on the cash wrap by the register, boxes and display shoes strewn everywhere, and I’m pretty sure I know who it is.
But when I ask her, she denies it, so, without accusing, I say, “Okay, you’re still going to be cleaning it up for your closer before you go home.”
A few minutes later, as she’s putting the boxes away, she says, “You know, I just remembered, these were mine.”
“I know,” I say, smiling.
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