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“Yeah, but that one made sense. Especially after you knocked the price down.”
“Thanks.” Things were a little clearer now.
“Any time.” Larry waved and wandered off.
I gathered up the relevant files. Dennis wasn’t going to avoid me any longer. He needed to tell me if he was serious about this or not.
When I made my way down the hall, I found Dennis’s office empty.
Before I could ask Cindy where he’d gone, her phone rang. “Uh-huh. How many? I’m not sure my car will hold all that. Just a sec.” She removed the phone from her ear. “Jenn, do you have a car?”
I nodded. “Not much of one, but it runs.”
“Could you spare some time to help me with a delivery?”
“Of course.”
She got back on the phone. “Jenn and I will leave right now.” She hung up. “That was Dennis. At least he’s in a better mood today. Whatever he had for dinner last night, he needs more of it.”
I met her at the elevator with my purse. “What are we delivering?”
The doors opened, and we entered.
She pressed the button for the parking level. “Chickens. You know where Costco is?”
“Yeah, one of my favorites.” Having to watch pennies meant things like breakfast cereal in bulk. If it wasn’t at Costco, sometimes it wasn’t on the menu.
The numbers clicked down, and the doors opened onto the parking garage.
“I’ll meet you there. We need to pick up some food for Dennis,” she said as she walked to a small four-door.
It seemed big enough for most people’s Costco runs, so I wasn’t sure why she needed me.
The drive to Costco wasn’t a long one.
Cindy was waiting with one of those flatbed push carts when I walked up. “We’ll need a second cart.”
I followed her in with another flatbed. Mine had a wheel problem that made it want to veer left.
She walked quickly to the meat department at the back of the store, where she started loading rotisserie chickens onto her cart.
I grabbed one. “How many do we need?”
“Fifty.”
“Fifty?” I repeated.
“Let’s make it sixty to be on the safe side.”
I piled the warm plastic containers on my cart. Thirty chickens was going to to be a serious stacking project on this sucker. I stopped after I counted the thirtieth and hoped they wouldn’t all tumble off halfway to the register. That would make one hell of a mess.
“Why so many?” I asked.
“A lot of mouths to feed.” She counted the stack on her cart. “I’ve got thirty. How about you?”
“Same.”
She started off to the registers.
