Winter Light

“Also has a down jacket—a bubble jacket, they call them.”

“Sure. Benny. He’s five-four on a stool.”

A gangly, shifty-eyed teenage employee stayed near the conversation, pretending to wipe down the milkshake machine.

“Bet Benny works nights.”

“You’d win.”

“I’ll double down and say Benny has a pal on that shift.”





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