He sat across from me.
“I’ll be back soon, Shannon.”
“Tomorrow,” I said. “I want to hear you when I’m not still thinking about finding out from confetti on your mother’s sweater.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
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***
The next morning, I picked up the receipt again.
Near the bottom were employee initials.
L.R.
“Okay.”
When Connor came downstairs, I held it out.
“What’s Lauren’s last name?”
He stopped.
“Connor.”
He told me.
The initials matched.
“What’s Lauren’s last name?”
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“Did you know she worked there?”
“No.”
I grabbed my purse.
“Where are you going?”
“To ask her why she put that picture in our balloon.”
“I should come with you, Shan. Let me change quickly.”
“To ask her why she put that picture in our balloon.”
“No. I need her version without you correcting it. Let me figure this out myself.”
***
The party shop was quiet when I arrived.
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I showed the manager the photograph and receipt. A minute later, Lauren came out from the back.
She saw me and froze.
“You know who I am.”
“Let me figure this out myself.”
“Yeah.”
Her face tightened.
“I shouldn’t have put the picture in there.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
