The Co-op

“Goodnight, Lar.”

“Sweet dreams, Deacon.”

“When I left him alone in the waiting room for fifteen minutes the first time he took it upon himself to repair a shelf.”

“It was already leaning. I was actually trying to prevent an accident!” I say, trying to defend myself.

“Someone wheeled in poor old Ruby Chester at the same time the whole thing collapsed. Knocked her clean out.”

“Kindly eat glass,” Sal replies from the backseat. “But I do have to agree, dear.”