Your face is acting like a split personality,” Corin said as he approached his store. A. C. stood at the front door, the expression on his face shifting from bewilderment to joy back to confusion every few seconds. “Fine. I’m good.” A. C. shifted his weight from one leg to the other and rubbed his shoulder. “Then why’d you say you were freaked yesterday and why do you want to talk first thing this morning?” Corin opened the front door and they walked inside. “Something has happened.” “To you?” “Yeah.” The alternating emotions on A. C.’s face morphed into an all-out grin. “And the cause of your apparent happiness?” Corin flicked the switch on the coffee maker behind his sales counter. “You,” A. C.’s eyes fixed on Corin, “and the chair.” Corin sucked in a quick breath. “Talk to me. What happened?” “It worked.” A chill played rugby up and down Corin’s back as he studied A. C.’s eyes. Was his friend trying to be funny? Hardly, it wasn’t A.
