The Country Mart stayed open until two in the morning, a decision that Emmet regretted every day of his life. The storefront brought in a decent profit for him and his sick father but not enough for him to go through the struggle of reestablishing moral order nightly. He was sympathetic to Thelma Tamebuck because part of him still loved her. While they were dating he found that she was playful, sweet and devoted but those qualities were often overshadowed by her stubborn attachment to liquor and spirits. Old habits die hard.
“Thelma! What do you think you are doing?” He shouted through the empty store.
She clutched the bottle underneath her jacket, “I didn’t find what I was lo...
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