There was just something about her.
The woman behind the Handy Mart counter had worried eyes and a tired smile. I suspected the reason her smile was exhausted had nothing to do with using it all the time. It was just tired of lying.
It was 6:40 a.m. in the quiet convenience store and I’d just dropped off my daughter at early-morning LDS seminary. I’d planned to buy a newspaper and enjoy a donut and juice before returning to pick her up at 7:30 for the ride to school. And, because I’m a serial talker, I’d hoped to chat with whomever might be working or simply passing through the combination gas station and Dunkin' Donuts.