“The Doctor was rather vague but it will require regular trips a couple times a week to his office down island.”
“You might have to cover solo… think you can handle that?”
“Sure, sure I can!” Shawna assured her, excited at the prospect.
“Um, you’ve already ordered for the season, so when the stock arrives, all I have to do is tag it and hang it out.”
“Wow, this could be exciting, hell it is exciting.”
“I was thinking of opening the yogurt bar a little sooner than expected too….what do you think?”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea!”
“I’ve been considering hiring a university student to assist….you could teach her the ropes.”
“Yeah, that’ll look good on my resume….hey, why not a guy? I could have some real fun with that.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you could, Shawna, but guys aren’t interested in baby clothes.” Cassandra laughed heartily.
“Yeah, I suppose….darn. It was a delightful fantasy while it lasted.” Her laughter was lighthearted and full of fun.
Cassandra couldn’t help smiling. Why did Shawna make her feel so old? she mused. She wasn’t old, not yet anyway.
“I need your assistance with the email and inventory. Can you check to see what we received so far? I’m expecting a few announcements on Baby Gap and….”
“Absolutely, I’ll get started right away. Oh did you set the till up or?”
“No, not yet, I can’t see well enough I’m afraid.”
“Right. I’ll do that first then.”
“I’ll be right there….just want to finish cleaning up.”
It only took a few minutes to organize the till and receipt books for the day. Shawna made herself comfortable in front of the computer and began reading, “Wow you have dozens of emails. Never knew you were so popular,” she quipped. “Who is your mystery lover?”
“What are you talking about?” Cassandra called out.
“You have at least a dozen emails from a guy calling himself ‘mystery man’; just wanted to ask before I opened them in case they are personal.”
“Open them. I don’t know any mystery man and this is a working computer. I use my laptop at home for personal stuff. This one is strictly for business!” she replied from the bathroom.
“You’d better come take a look at this. It’s weird Cassandra.”
“I’ll be there in a minute, have to do the drops.” Cassandra put in the first of the drops stamping her feet and gritting her teeth; god they hurt so much! Every time she used them she clenched her teeth to prepare for the pain that would follow. Each set of drops more painful than the last, she could only describe the results as hot coals attached to knives scraping her eyebalsl. It was excruciatingly painful. Waiting for the pain to subside and she could get her breath back curiosity got the better of her and she had to ask, “What does it say, what’s so weird about it?”
“It says, ‘Your mine!’ and it looks like blood dripping in tears across the page.”