He almost seemed to do a double-take, looking at the woman as if she'd grown a second head. "You're - you're the butcher? You process the chickens?"
Claudia paused in her humming, glancing up and over her shoulder. She had not heard the man approach, momentarily lost in thought as she swept the entryway to the shop.
Blinking, she glanced up at the wooden sign saying MEAT in big block letters hanging above her head, with its cheerfully painted chickens and cows bearing welcoming, smiling faces in a field full of flowers. Claudia frowned. She had thought the sign to be rather clear and straightforward, but perhaps it had not been so obvious that this was a butcher shop? She would need to reevaluate this if she wanted to maintain business. This was such a small town. She needed all the customers she could get. And her product deserved to go to homes that would enjoy eating it.
“Da, I am butcher,” she said, turning to face him properly. “You--vork on farm near forest, yes? Vit... Miss Marnie?”
