In his dream, Tish had been preaching, and she was mad as heck about something.Then he’d snapped out of it, waking in a church that didn’t allow lady preachers. He’d found himself wishing mightily that it did. Tish would wake up a few people.Returning to reality, he peered into the brown paper sack and shook his head. “I can’t believe one little gizmo cost me forty bucks.”Calv snorted. “Your shorts too tight? You’ve been grouchy all day. No, all week. Ever since Tish took the watch to Dunc.”Had it been a week? Yes. Eight days, actually. Tish had stormed Dunc’s office on a Saturday. A week ago yesterday. Meanwhile, Stu and his family had moved back to their own house. When George told Mel, she’d said she didn’t care if they moved to the North Pole. They weren’t her family anymore.She had worked four days over the past week. Her job skills were improving, and she’d started to master the art of making cheerful chitchat with even the most obnoxious customers. But when things got slow, she hardly said a word.Calv squinted into the sunshine.
