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November 21, 2008

“So happy for you,” she muttered.

“Is Tiffany that blond cashier?” asked Junior.

“What’s it to you Einstein?” asked Kit.

“Einstein? I’m Beauregard Robert Wheeler. But you may call me Junior,” replied Junior.

“I’d rather call animal control,” replied Kit. She grabbed her vest and hurried to the front of the store.

“Didja see how much black she had on?” asked Billy Jake. “It’s jes like the preacher’s wreath!”

“Must be an epademick,” suggested Junior.

“We better split up,” said Billy Jake. “You go find Grampy and I’ll start shoppin’.”

“Maybee I kin talk to the blond, Tiffany,” said Junior.