The dress rail was placed so that shoppers could look at the t-shirts from both sides. I was in the blue end, the woman at the other side was going through the white ones.
Most of them got prints. I don't want prints on my t-shirts.
- Are you Beverly?
The woman looked at me. She got beautiful eyes.
- Who?
- Beverly. Are you Beverly?
- No, I said.
She sized up two t-shirts, a red and a green.
- Do you know Raul?
- No, I don't think so. I'm not from here.
- She killed him. Beverly killed Raul, they say.
- Oh.
- I haven't seen her since I heard it. She used to come here.
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