Prologue
I was 16, working the counter at my after-school retail job, when Jessie (one of my favorite regular customers) came in looking perturbed. I loved Jessie’s roughness, the edge of her former trucker days chafing against the delicate beaded jewelry she’d make from the supplies she bought from the store. She was quick with a crude joke or an off-co…
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