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.

"But if

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

swiped her own card and told the woman it was a discount card, then gave the woman the receipt. "Give the receipt

say something else

She

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

she took the bows from her hand, "I'm surprised you haven't asked to

an arrangement with my landlord," Spring said as she closed the register. She placed her receipt in her pocket then leaned her hip on the counter and picked up the magazine she

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

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 a little giggle then reread the third

God,

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