Chapter 5

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Twenty minutes later, I was back at work, this time manning the pineapple peeling machine for customerswho wanted the fruit without the tough outer skin.

Darlene left early so Ry could get more of a handle on doing things on his own. I personally didn’t think he’d have any problems. From what I’d seen so far, he was fair and courteous toward everyone, and firm where necessary. I wondered if he’d stay here long or move on in a year or two. He seemed the type who could make it into senior management without a sweat.

Right before it was time for me to go off shift, a customer approached and cleared his throat to get my attention from where I was bent over a box of avocadoes. “Excuse me,” a deep voice said.

I straightened and said, “How can I help you, sir?” before gaping in shock. “Roger Whitmore?”