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.

if you'd rather pay

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

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

was going to say something else but she just took her receipt and

a big grin. She took the

princess." After the two left the store, Spring walked over to the hair bows, picked up an exact replica of the yellow

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

said as she closed the register. She placed her receipt in her pocket then leaned her hip on the counter and picked up

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

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 paragraph in the article again.

my God,

keep hold of it before it hit the floor. When she stood up, glaring daggers at the