“It was the third minor accident Zone had had that morning.“Zone, are you all right?”“I'm fine.” Zone went behind the counter to fetch a broom. She didn't meet Serenity's questioning eyes. “Just a little clumsy for some reason.”“You're sure?”“I'm sure.”“You seem a little tense,” Serenity said.“I am not tense,” Zone snapped in a very un-Zonelike fashion. She wielded the broom with such force that she managed to knock a carton of rye crackers off a bottom shelf. Beans shot in a variety of directio...ns. Most of them missed the dust bin.Serenity thoughtfully studied her assistant. Zone had never lost her temper in the four months that she had worked at Witt's End Grocery. Something was very wrong, but good manners as defined in Witt's End inhibited Serenity from pushing the subject.“All right,” Serenity said gently. “I didn't mean to pry. I think I'm the one who's tense. Maybe I'm projecting my mood onto you.”Zone looked up from her sweeping. She searched Serenity's face.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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