Cathedral Windows
“Mrs. Davis had mentioned, the one who dropped the charges, was Carrie Brown, a member of my quilt group. Carrie had never talked about any thefts at Jitters, but then she probably wouldn’t want to embarrass the kindergarten teacher.
“It was nothing,” Carrie told me as she handed me a hot chocolate and a snowman sugar cookie. “She pocketed one of the mugs we sell.” She pointed to a shelf of mugs, each featuring a logo of the shop on one side and a depiction of a mural I’d painted on the other. “Jesse was here, caught her red-handed as she walked out the door. I didn’t think there was any point in pressing charges.” She grabbed a gingerbread man for herself and bit into his head. “What are you getting Jesse for Christmas, anyway? Have you decided?”
“No.” I’d forgotten about it actually.
“Why don’t you make him something?’ “There’s no time.” I’d figure out something, but that wasn’t on today’s agenda.
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