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shirt and arched his eyebrows toward the accused. Davida tapped her long black fingers on the register. “It was a 20. I put it on the shelf like we’re supposed to. He was talking on the cellphone. He wasn’t watching.” “So what if I multitask? I know what I gave you.” The girls at the adjacent registers snickered. Raymond, another bagger, started rapping: “He’s the multitasker. Now he’s gone and trashed her. Who’s got the cash here? Davida or the multitasker.” Charlie shot Raymond a sharp glance. “Let’s take a look in the register. We don’t get a lot of 50s,” he said to the customer. “There’s four,” Davida said confidently. “The same ones I brought in at the top of the shift.” Charlie quickly verified Davida’s statement, scratching his head. Flecks of dandruff sprinkled his red vest. “I’m awfully sorry, sir, but these fifties are in sequential order. Are you sure?” “She must have pocketed the bill. I’m telling you I gave her a 50.” Charlie rubbed his narrow chin. “If you want to file a complaint, we can check the security video. It only takes a few days.” “Screw that,” College Kid said, pointing a finger. “She took my money. Search her. I want her arrested.” Tom stepped forward. “That’s no way to be talking.”


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