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chest with an adorable smirk just as a customer approaches the counter.
“Is this honey kosher, dear?” asks the lady with brightly-patterned culottes.
Turning to the customer, Levi asserts, “Kosher honey is great for seasonal allergies.”
“Oh?” She beams.
“But you’ll need to buy a ton in order for it to work.” Nodding his head while turning back to Thessaly, he hums quietly, “Gonna eat me a lot of peaches, Tess.”
Arching an eyebrow, Thessaly places Levi’s business card in the slim pocket of her black pants and hooks the wire basket on her arm. She watches as Levi walks backwards out the door, clinging the paper bag to his chest, and mouthing, “All honey is kosher.”
Laughing, Thessaly leads the customer to the shelves near the kitchen and says, “This entire wall is kosher and gluten-free.” Replacing the remaining honey jars from Levi’s basket on the bottom row, she adds, “Let me know if you would like a sample.”
“Oh, yes, please. Try it before you buy it,” the customer sings.
“Right,” Thessaly mocks.
Leaving Ms. Culottes to read the ingredient labels, Thessaly wanders to the front of the store to replace the jars of unpurchased jam. As she organizes the shelves and hums, “Movin’ to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches,” there’s a knock on the large window.
Turning toward the window, she finds Levi, waggling his eyebrows and grinning mischievously. With the jam jar in his hand, he unscrews the lid, dips his index finger in the sticky mixture, and then methodically sucks the confection from his finger.
Watching as he licks his lips, Thessaly shouts, “That’s what the fancy knives are for, Levi Jones.”
“What dear?” interrupts the kosher honey lady.
“Nothing,” Thessaly mumbles, placing her hand on the window.
Separated by a single pane of tempered glass serving as both a barrier and a prism of self- reflection, Levi and Thessaly stand on opposite sides of the window – trapped in a suspension of hypothetical outcomes controlled by the fictional rules of a looking glass.
Declaring what he wants, Levi places his hand on the window . . . and then walks away.
Switching hands, Meg asks, “Why am I pulling the wagon?”
“Because your ass bounces like basketballs when you do it.” Seth teases.
Schlepping the wagon toward the kitchen, Meg flicks his arm and shouts, “I’m reporting you to management!”
Trying to get their attention, Thessaly waves her hand and points to the phone pressed to her ear. “Guys, shh. I’m on the phone with Lois.” Seth grabs a stool and sits next to Thessaly to listen. “Sweetie, that’s horrible. What about her dad?” Thessaly continues.
Seth frowns and shakes his head.
“Oh, I didn’t know that, I’m sorry. Please take a few days off – Christina needs you.” Thessaly pauses to listen to Lois while picking petals from a wilting sunflower. “Can I stop by this weekend? Okay, I’ll do that – hang in there, Lois.”
As Thessaly ends the call and places her phone on the island, Seth asks, “Why did you ask about her husband?”
“Because I didn’t know they were separated!” she shouts defensively.
“Not separated – the asshole just disappeared. What’s going on with Christina?”
“It’s not good. Christina stole a lot of cash last week, and then Lois found drugs yesterday.” She sighs.
Returning from the kitchen with three bottles of water, Meg asks, “It’s drugs, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, Lois found an entire pharmacy of prescription pills.” Thessaly exhales and opens a bottle of water. “Poor Lois. It can’t be easy being a single mom with a teenager.”
Seth slouches over the island and rests his head on his arm. “Shit, what can we do?”
“The only thing we can do right now is support her – she’ll have to make some very difficult decisions in the next few days.”
Leaning against the island and gulping the remnants of her water bottle, Meg adds, “Agreed. I had
“Is this honey kosher, dear?” asks the lady with brightly-patterned culottes.
Turning to the customer, Levi asserts, “Kosher honey is great for seasonal allergies.”
“Oh?” She beams.
“But you’ll need to buy a ton in order for it to work.” Nodding his head while turning back to Thessaly, he hums quietly, “Gonna eat me a lot of peaches, Tess.”
Arching an eyebrow, Thessaly places Levi’s business card in the slim pocket of her black pants and hooks the wire basket on her arm. She watches as Levi walks backwards out the door, clinging the paper bag to his chest, and mouthing, “All honey is kosher.”
Laughing, Thessaly leads the customer to the shelves near the kitchen and says, “This entire wall is kosher and gluten-free.” Replacing the remaining honey jars from Levi’s basket on the bottom row, she adds, “Let me know if you would like a sample.”
“Oh, yes, please. Try it before you buy it,” the customer sings.
“Right,” Thessaly mocks.
Leaving Ms. Culottes to read the ingredient labels, Thessaly wanders to the front of the store to replace the jars of unpurchased jam. As she organizes the shelves and hums, “Movin’ to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches,” there’s a knock on the large window.
Turning toward the window, she finds Levi, waggling his eyebrows and grinning mischievously. With the jam jar in his hand, he unscrews the lid, dips his index finger in the sticky mixture, and then methodically sucks the confection from his finger.
Watching as he licks his lips, Thessaly shouts, “That’s what the fancy knives are for, Levi Jones.”
“What dear?” interrupts the kosher honey lady.
“Nothing,” Thessaly mumbles, placing her hand on the window.
Separated by a single pane of tempered glass serving as both a barrier and a prism of self- reflection, Levi and Thessaly stand on opposite sides of the window – trapped in a suspension of hypothetical outcomes controlled by the fictional rules of a looking glass.
Declaring what he wants, Levi places his hand on the window . . . and then walks away.
Switching hands, Meg asks, “Why am I pulling the wagon?”
“Because your ass bounces like basketballs when you do it.” Seth teases.
Schlepping the wagon toward the kitchen, Meg flicks his arm and shouts, “I’m reporting you to management!”
Trying to get their attention, Thessaly waves her hand and points to the phone pressed to her ear. “Guys, shh. I’m on the phone with Lois.” Seth grabs a stool and sits next to Thessaly to listen. “Sweetie, that’s horrible. What about her dad?” Thessaly continues.
Seth frowns and shakes his head.
“Oh, I didn’t know that, I’m sorry. Please take a few days off – Christina needs you.” Thessaly pauses to listen to Lois while picking petals from a wilting sunflower. “Can I stop by this weekend? Okay, I’ll do that – hang in there, Lois.”
As Thessaly ends the call and places her phone on the island, Seth asks, “Why did you ask about her husband?”
“Because I didn’t know they were separated!” she shouts defensively.
“Not separated – the asshole just disappeared. What’s going on with Christina?”
“It’s not good. Christina stole a lot of cash last week, and then Lois found drugs yesterday.” She sighs.
Returning from the kitchen with three bottles of water, Meg asks, “It’s drugs, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, Lois found an entire pharmacy of prescription pills.” Thessaly exhales and opens a bottle of water. “Poor Lois. It can’t be easy being a single mom with a teenager.”
Seth slouches over the island and rests his head on his arm. “Shit, what can we do?”
“The only thing we can do right now is support her – she’ll have to make some very difficult decisions in the next few days.”
Leaning against the island and gulping the remnants of her water bottle, Meg adds, “Agreed. I had
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