Monday mid-morning

Amanda looks up as I enter from the back hallway. “When did you come in?” she asks with a welcoming grin. At that moment, a customer carrying a shopping basket steps up to the register and I’m saved from answering. Three customers enter, holding the door for the one who’s exiting. 

I keep walking. “I’ll stop in to see you later.”

Amanda wiggles three fingers at me, shouting, “Mom called. She wants...