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talking about someone else.
I needed to give Willie a call. He had said by the afternoon he should know if the boutique was cleared for me to go in and resume operations. Both James and I were hoping it was going to be ready so we could reopen the next day. Plus, I wanted to let him know I had talked to the employees, and they both knew they were to call him sometime today. They had all been nervous about talking to the police, but I assured them Willie was a nice guy and talking to him was more a formality than anything. Unless they were guilty, it would be painless, and since they all jokingly assured me they were innocent, there was nothing to worry about.
I was almost looking forward to reopening the boutique, because I wasn’t used to not working, and it gave me too much time to think about things. Like how I was working in a boutique where the owner was killed, and why was I still working retail? I was going to have to have a new plan one of these days, but it was so hard to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. Ever since I’d been fired from my corporate job doing what I thought I was meant to do forever, I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do. I thought for a while it was working at the online magazine that got me involved with Senator Daniels’s murder in my hometown of Alkon, Illinois. But that endeavor didn’t last when, soon after the one article I wrote about the murder, the magazine went under due to lack of funding, a casualty of the economy.
I felt so bad for my friend Trevor who had started the magazine and poured his heart and soul and all his finances into it. He was now an editor at another online magazine that was staying afloat, barely. I told him I thought it odd that he would take a job that was so tenuous after going through what he did with his own magazine. But he said it was his passion and he couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
I admired his ability to follow his dream and not worry about the outcome. I wasn’t that brave. That’s why I took the job at the boutique. I loved clothes and enjoyed many aspects of retail; it just wasn’t what I wanted as a career forever. I had been toying with writing the Great American Novel since I was a child. I had always liked to write and had been excited when I had the chance to write for my friend Trevor’s online magazine, as I had thought I was finally pursuing my dream. I took the job at Silk partly because I thought it would be low pressure and give me a lot of free time. No working sixty hours a week as I had in my corporate life. I would actually have real time off, where I could sit at a coffee shop or in my favorite spot on the couch and write the fiction I so loved to read. I had all these great ideas, plot lines, fun characters, but I just couldn’t seem to do anything but stare at the blank page. I had a problem getting it from my head to paper, which was a big obstacle for someone who wanted to be a writer. I looked at my watch, almost one o’clock. I wondered what Willie was up to.
“Hey there, how’s my favorite detective?” I said as Willie answered the phone.
“Exactly how many detectives do you know?”
“That’s my secret. So, any news on when we can reopen the store? I’m getting antsy. I talked to the other employees today. I told them to call you. That made them all a little nervous. I think they all want to get back to work, even though it will be somewhat weird without Solange. Not to mention that I want to get James off my back.”
“Me too. When we first talked at the station, he was not happy. He thought it was nuts we would even consider him a suspect. Now he calls several times a day to see if we’ve made any progress. I can’t figure that guy out.”
“Well, now that you aren’t after him, he is after you. So when can we get back in?”
“Wow, you are anxious to get back to work.”
“Money doesn’t just show up in my bank account, you know.”
“Don’t I know it. The crime
I needed to give Willie a call. He had said by the afternoon he should know if the boutique was cleared for me to go in and resume operations. Both James and I were hoping it was going to be ready so we could reopen the next day. Plus, I wanted to let him know I had talked to the employees, and they both knew they were to call him sometime today. They had all been nervous about talking to the police, but I assured them Willie was a nice guy and talking to him was more a formality than anything. Unless they were guilty, it would be painless, and since they all jokingly assured me they were innocent, there was nothing to worry about.
I was almost looking forward to reopening the boutique, because I wasn’t used to not working, and it gave me too much time to think about things. Like how I was working in a boutique where the owner was killed, and why was I still working retail? I was going to have to have a new plan one of these days, but it was so hard to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. Ever since I’d been fired from my corporate job doing what I thought I was meant to do forever, I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do. I thought for a while it was working at the online magazine that got me involved with Senator Daniels’s murder in my hometown of Alkon, Illinois. But that endeavor didn’t last when, soon after the one article I wrote about the murder, the magazine went under due to lack of funding, a casualty of the economy.
I felt so bad for my friend Trevor who had started the magazine and poured his heart and soul and all his finances into it. He was now an editor at another online magazine that was staying afloat, barely. I told him I thought it odd that he would take a job that was so tenuous after going through what he did with his own magazine. But he said it was his passion and he couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
I admired his ability to follow his dream and not worry about the outcome. I wasn’t that brave. That’s why I took the job at the boutique. I loved clothes and enjoyed many aspects of retail; it just wasn’t what I wanted as a career forever. I had been toying with writing the Great American Novel since I was a child. I had always liked to write and had been excited when I had the chance to write for my friend Trevor’s online magazine, as I had thought I was finally pursuing my dream. I took the job at Silk partly because I thought it would be low pressure and give me a lot of free time. No working sixty hours a week as I had in my corporate life. I would actually have real time off, where I could sit at a coffee shop or in my favorite spot on the couch and write the fiction I so loved to read. I had all these great ideas, plot lines, fun characters, but I just couldn’t seem to do anything but stare at the blank page. I had a problem getting it from my head to paper, which was a big obstacle for someone who wanted to be a writer. I looked at my watch, almost one o’clock. I wondered what Willie was up to.
“Hey there, how’s my favorite detective?” I said as Willie answered the phone.
“Exactly how many detectives do you know?”
“That’s my secret. So, any news on when we can reopen the store? I’m getting antsy. I talked to the other employees today. I told them to call you. That made them all a little nervous. I think they all want to get back to work, even though it will be somewhat weird without Solange. Not to mention that I want to get James off my back.”
“Me too. When we first talked at the station, he was not happy. He thought it was nuts we would even consider him a suspect. Now he calls several times a day to see if we’ve made any progress. I can’t figure that guy out.”
“Well, now that you aren’t after him, he is after you. So when can we get back in?”
“Wow, you are anxious to get back to work.”
“Money doesn’t just show up in my bank account, you know.”
“Don’t I know it. The crime
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