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"And I figure if you leave now, we won't need to talk about the beauty supplies that go missing just before your days off." Rhonda's eyes widened uncontrollably as she gave a guilty grin to the floor tiles. "So, adios!" With that, he returned to the Osco floor. Julia's jaw slackened but Rhonda pealed into outright laughter. "It's not funny!" shouted Julia. "Oh, forget this Popsicle-stand!
"Julia?" asked a voice. "Rhonda?" Julia whispered conspicuously. The restroom door quickly closed and Rhonda scuttled into the stall next to Julia. "Quick! Give me a drag!" Julia, heretofore holding her breath, exhaled in relief and passed another cigarette and the lighter into Rhonda's hand hovering under the partition. "I thought you were Butthead looking into the restroom again," Julia said.
Julia dashed into the Osco employees' entrance and punched in one second before four o'clock. Accomplishing her day's goal of being on somebody's payroll, she decided to catch her breath by sneaking a smoke in the restroom. She caught Rhonda's eye at the check-out counter, who gave her a smile and a nod that meant: "Join you in a second." Kurt, aka.
Julia heard Rhonda inhale and exhale in rhythmic, sage-like fashion. "No," Rhonda finally answered, "somebody said he called in sick." Rhonda's hand appeared under the stall again holding the lighter. Julia took it from her as they both heard a man's voice from outside the door. "Rhonda? Julia?" "That ain't Butthead!" whispered Rhonda.
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