I feel about frozen yogurt the way I do about cats and Broadway musicals. I’m not a fan. “Just eat it,” she says. “Make like a paying customer.” “I’m not paying for this.” She sighs. All exasperation. “I know, moron. I just started this job three days ago. I don’t want it to look like I’m screwing around in front of Il Duce.” “Huh?” “The boss. He’s kind of intense.” She motions toward him over her left shoulder. The kid can’t be a day over sixteen. He has the acne to prove it. “Him?” She nods. I take a bite. “This is disgusting.” “Is that why you’re bothering me at work? To malign my product?” “No.” “Well?” “It’s Boaz.” The door opens. It’s Zim. He still doesn’t have a job, but he’s kept tight track of my schedule. He knows I’m on break and I spend my breaks with Pearl. He orders vanilla. She makes him pay. Pearl looks at her watch. She does a little curtsy. “Could you take this one, sir? I’m due for my fifteen-minute break.”
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