Courtney shook her head and giggled at the story the woman before her was telling.

Annabelle Gish was a forty-year-old woman who Courtney had grown very fond of in the six weeks since Austin reopened the shop. She had worked for him before he remodeled and enjoyed manning the coffee counter. Her hair was unnaturally red and kept so short it spiked in odd places. She was round in her torso and waddled slightly when she walked, reminding Courtney of a duck.

She was ...