Later that day, Carlos came into the shop to tell Fat Daisy the news that Radley would be moving in with his dad.
“I heard,” she said. “How do you feel about it?”
“I don’t know. Sad, I guess, though we really haven’t hung out much since after that day.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“That’s OK. I think he’ll like living with his dad, even though my mom says his dad is a fat drunk. Still, he said he likes it over there. His dad lets him do pretty much whatever he wants.”
“Is that so? Well, I’ll tell you what: I won’t let you do whatever you want, but I’ll let you grab whatever ten comics you want. That is what you’re here to do, right? Not just here to give me bad news, I hope.” She tipped her head towards the boy and stared at him from the top of her eyes, finishing the statement with a smile.
Carlos nodded and ran to the back of the store to pick what he wanted. So long as the boy didn’t go around poking into the packages, everything would be just fine.
To be continued…