wENDy wUNDER a whole foods team member ,
love her, or would he blow the
whistle? He loved her. She was free, walking across the Alps of the parking lot to the neutral, loving Switzerland of her car. She let out a sigh and wished for a second that she were in the Alps. Living in Florida was like living on the sun. She could actually see the gaseous heat rising from the asphalt. Cam arranged her Whole Foods booty into a still life on the dashboard and sent a photo of it to Lily. She crossed Experiment with petty shoplifting off of her Flamingo List and stuck it back in the glove box. Then her phone rang with the Lily ringtone, “I Believe in Miracles,” by the Ramones. She’d picked it because she suspected that perhaps Lily did believe in miracles. In a small, somewhat sarcastic kind of way. “Good job, Cueball, I didn’t think you had it in you,” she said when Cam picked up. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing. You know how you are.” “How am I?” Cam asked, opening the little pot of Burt’s Bees and sliding the goop across her pursed lips. “You know, that thing where you’re brutally honest and truthful and always right even when you’re sick and tired of always being right because you know it makes you seem obnoxious. I thought that would get in your way.” “I heard some bad news today, Lil.”
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