“Hey, hon, what size do you need?” The question was aimed in the direction of the person who had come up to the tall counter that Remy was leaned up against, another night working at the roller rink, not that she minded. But it had gotten to the point she didn’t need to look up in order to know that someone was there for some skates, most of the business was young kids and a birthday party. Other than that, old and new hits played over the speakers before she even glanced up from the book she had been pouring over, an oldie but a goodie as her Aunt would have said.













