“Where- Where on earth did you put it, Penelope?” Crouched behind Down To Earth’s front counter, five minutes to close, she was in a bit of a tizzy. She was supposed to have put up the Thanksgiving decorations, you know, over a week ago, but Shawn hadn’t gotten them out of storage like she’d asked, and she had been too busy with this month’s inventory to do it herself. Now that she ‘had time,’ she had decided to go ahead and get it done before it became an entirely last minute affair. Except that they only used the storage room for the holiday decorations, which means it hadn’t been opened in several months, and she had no idea where the key was.
So there she was, her already messy bun half undone and thick eyebrows knit together in frustration when the front door bell jingled, alerting her to the arrival of a customer. This was an all too common occurrence, one she didn’t mind at all, but she was incredibly tired. “Thanks for coming to Down To Earth! If you know what you want let me know, we’re closing in just a few.”








