Clear skies, the weatherman had said. No rain for another two days, he'd said.

NOT.

And thus Bennu leaned against the counter near the register, despairing the lack of customers. But she did her best to look cheerful in hopes that would somehow attract SOMEONE. Annette was a lovely helper...but one could only go so far in a one-way conversation, even when you learned what the pink girl's squeaks and wild hand and arm motions meant.

Stupid clouds. Stupid interspersed rains.

And thus Bennu took to taking inventory. Again. For the second time that hour.