A Taste of Spring

When the other line clicked and the music stopped, Spring perked up. She nodded as she listened to what her sister store rep told her. Hanging up the phone, Spring relayed what she found out but added her little touch of sugar...to make this woman's day a little brighter.

"The shoes are there and available. What I can do is have you pay for them here, that way I can offer you a special discount for your trouble."

That perked the woman up.

"What kind of discount?" Her eyes seemed hopeful.

Spring smiled a genuine smile then. "Well...because you are our first customer on Fun-day Friday...which is rare, you get half off and...," Spring glanced down at the girl, "a pair of free yellow hair bows to wear with your tutu."

"Really?" the woman seemed confused.

Pria, her daughter was all hops and giggles as she ran to the hair bows Spring saw her looking at earlier.

Spring shrugged, "But if you'd rather pay

She pulled out her wallet, her confusion still showing through her eyes. She apprehensively handed over a debit card.

Spring swiped the card and handed it back. She then rang up the ballet shoes as a pickup order, quickly swiped her own card and told the woman it was a discount card, then gave the woman the receipt. "Give the receipt to the cashier and have

The woman seemed as if she was going to say something else but she just took her receipt and

a big grin. She took the bag off the counter then

Spring walked over to the hair bows, picked up an exact replica of the yellow bows she placed in the girl's bag and took it the register. She rang it up and paid for it with her

buying Charlie lunch daily and doing stuff like that," Sammy said as she took the bows from her hand, "I'm surprised you haven't asked to crash on my couch. Or do you have some kind of 'arrangement' with your landlord?" She placed the bows back

She placed her receipt in her pocket then leaned her hip on the counter and

"arrangement". Summer paid for rent and all utilities and Spring did the grocery shopping, which wasn't too expensive

Sammy? Nope. Her coworker was one of the nosiest people on the planet. Spring often wondered if she sold all the information she acquired to companies. An image of Sammy in a back alley whispering that her neighbor liked BDSM, to a reporter for a television network that ran ads for butt balm, flashed in her head. She let out

my God,

in her hands shook and she had to fumble to keep hold of it before it hit the floor. When she stood up, glaring daggers at the back of Sammy's head, she realized