“Since I don’t have costumes for them, that would be a no.”
They got to work changing out the window, stopping twice to take care of customers. By the time they finished, it was noon. Carol went to the break room, returning wearing her boots and coat.
“You have a great Christmas,” she said, hugging Trey, and then Marty. “Don’t do anything I won’t approve of.”
Trey rolled his eyes. “I have the feeling that encompasses nothing. You have a good day, too. I’ll see you Thursday morning.”
“You bet.” She switched the sign on the door to ‘Closed’ on her way out, something Trey had forgotten about.
“Let me do the books, then I’ll take you home,” Trey told Marty.
“With only three rentals, that should take all of ten minutes.”
“I know, but it has to be done.” While Trey was tallying the receipts and entering everything on the spreadsheet on his computer, Marty got their coats and turned off all the lights except in the front office.
“Ready?” Marty asked.