6/19/2023 0 Comments Mistletoe Mobster by Cassie Mint![]() ![]() ![]() A customer stands in the center of the store, hands spread in a goofy plea. “Excuse me.” A man’s deep voice pulls me out of my daydream, and I glance over from where I’m sorting the letter Ps back into alphabetical order. The hours they spent in my bookshop were the most alive I’ve felt in months. Nico and Raul were exciting, I’ll give them that. The radio plays nothing but holiday tunes, and my jaw cracks every time I yawn. ![]() He’s a grown-ass mobster he can take care of himself.įor hours, I serve customers in a dreamy haze, taking breaks when the shop is quiet to neaten up the shelves and dust the display tables. ![]() It’s cloudy out today, with fluffy white snowflakes dancing on the breeze. Thursdays always do-they’re sleepy days, when the traffic outside is muffled like the cars are wrapped in cotton wool, and even the ticking store clock seems lethargic. Even Aunt Karen has better survival instincts than this. It’s messed up that I want to see my mobster again so badly. Nor do I think Raul was my biggest fan, but in my defense, he was way too casual about threatening to kill me. Will I ever meet them-you know, and live to tell the tale?Ĭan’t imagine the mafia settling down to Thanksgiving dinner. ![]()
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