I knew I was a prettylooking girl and people usually see what they are familiar with. If Ilook like a girl, they see a girl. I should have seen that y...ars ago.I guess what set me thinking was all the people from yesterdayhonking and waving, and that guy talking to me.I thought I might give my theory a test, I would go to church. After a brief shower I started getting ready. I took a half hourdeciding on what to wear. I wanted to look casual, but not toocasual, dressy; but not too dressy and not. We called and scheduled him the next day. As he pulled to the curb in his pick up, two men got out. One was wearing a grey shaggy beard, obviously Raymond, while the other was a younger version of the old man, maybe early twenties, but clean shaven with long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. Chiseled features, strong jaw and lots of tan. Still too young for the sun creases to start appearing on his face.“Hello, me laddies,” the older man said in a thick brogue, sticking out his hand. . The first hour or so after that was spent taking turns watching Sarah ring up customer and ring them up herself with Sarah's helpful guidance while Amelia counted cigarettes in the back and Clarice ran the other register and made small talk with Sarah and Amelia about people Kayley didn't know. At 4:15 Clarice vanished into the back room to smoke another cigarette while still talking shit about strangers. Sarah and Amelia humored her while rolling their eyes at some of her more catty. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the best test scores and well behaved schools.Leah had taught her first year in an inner city school and came home crying nearly every night. It wasn't anything like her internship teaching which had been in a nice county school. The inner city was brutal. And scary. Leah had wanted to reach.