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He leaves before I can argue.
I turn back to my computer, pull up the tenant files again.
Cecie Newman.
The name sits there, ordinary and unremarkable.
But that handwriting?—
I shake my head.
You're imagining things.
CHAPTER 5
CECIE
The glitter explosion happens at 7:43 AM.
I know the exact time because I check my phone right before the jar slips from my hand, tumbles in slow motion, and detonates across the floor like a sparkly bomb.
"No. No no no?—"
Too late.
Rose gold glitter coats everything. The floor. My shoes. The bottom shelf of the display I just spent an hour organizing.
I stand very still, assess the damage, and seriously consider crying.
Welcome to your permanent storefront, Cecie. Professional. Established. Covered in craft herpes.
Orry babbles from his playpen in the corner. He's nine months old, obsessed with his feet, and blissfully unaware that Mommy's grand opening is already a disaster.
"It's fine," I tell him. "Totally fine. Glitter wipes up. Probably."
Narrator voice:Glitter does not wipe up.
I grab paper towels, which immediately shred and stick to the glitter. Then a damp cloth, which just spreads the sparklesaround. Then the vacuum, which makes an alarming grinding noise and spits half the glitter back out.
By the time I give up, I look like a disco ball sneezed on me.
Orry thinks this is hilarious.
"Laugh it up, kid."
He does. Tiny baby giggles that sound like hiccups.
I can't help it. I laugh too.
The stock deliveryarrives at 9:15.
Wrong lipsticks. Half the order's missing. And somehow,somehow, they've sent me twelve boxes of beard oil.
"I don't sell beard oil," I tell the delivery guy.
He shrugs. "Says here you ordered it."
"I absolutely did not."
