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Chapter Nine
Atlas
“Let me see a picture,” Theo says. He’s sitting on the back steps watching
me pick up shattered glass and several bags of trash from the third incident,
which occurred last night. Brad called this morning to let me know Bib’s
was hit again. He and Theo met me here to clean it up, even though I told
him not to worry about coming. I hate when my employees have to show up
for anything on the only day of the week we’re closed.
“I don’t have a picture of her,” I say to Theo.
“So she’s ugly?”
I toss the box of glass into the dumpster. “She’s gorgeous and way out of
my league.”
“Ugly would still be out of your league,” he deadpans. “She doesn’t have
social media?”
“She does, but it’s set to private.”
“You aren’t her friend on anything? Facebook? Instagram? Do you even
have a Snapchat?”
“What do you know about Snapchat? You don’t even have a phone.”
“I have my ways,” he says.
His dad comes back outside with a trash bag. He holds it open, and we
start throwing some of the scattered garbage in it while Theo remains on the
steps. “I would help, but I just took a shower,” he says.
“You showered yesterday,” Brad says.
“Yeah, and I’m still clean.” Theo focuses on me again. “Do you have
social media?”
“No, I don’t have time for that.”
“Then how do you know her stuff is set to private?”
I’ve occasionally attempted to look her up online, and as much as I don’t
want to admit that, I’m not sure there’s a person on this planet who hasn’t