Chapter 13

“Yeah, whatever,” muttered Chad as he moved off to the register. Kiko straightened the two cups Chad had knocked over and moved to refill them with orange dye. The child who had been crying calmed down after his mother coxed him to scribble on another egg, and Kiko picked up the partially-dyed broken one off the floor.

He’d been offering Egg-O-Lantern dyeing for several years now and it always seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. Somehow the dye always spilled, the crayons always broke, and half the time parents scribbled the faces on the eggs for their children so that they would look like Kiko’s examples.

Chad sold a family of five a dozen hard-boiled eggs and Kiko’s phone pinged. He set an egg timer for the child’s replacement egg and left the family of five to descend on the black and white crayons. He ducked into the bathroom, locked the door, and took quick stock of the supplies before taking out the phone.