Linda? No. Sherry? No.
She used to work at Macy’s.
Now she works at Kroger.
I’m self-checking blueberries.
“How are you doing?” I ask.
“I don’t like to complain, but
I have a big leak somewhere,
because my yard is full of
water, but I try not to complain
and there is a stain growing
down the wall, but the land-
lord won’t do anything about
it, but I don’t like to complain.”
Sandra.
That is her name.
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