ChanceOle Mrs. Harlow moved her bishop across the chessboard before looking up at me calmly. Eyes daunting and daring. Oh, she's a feisty lady. Guess that's why I loved having her as my boss. Aside from the fact that I get to do what I want and not get my ass chewed."You're distracted again.""I'm not distracted," I lied immediately.Mrs. Harlow snorted. "Child, you've been staring at that knight for three minutes like it insulted your family."I sighed and leaned back in my chair inside the bookstore café. Technically, this place was called Harlow's Corner, but everybody just called it "the old people café" because ninety percent of the customers were either retired, divorced or emotionally attached to crossword puzzles.Personally? I liked it here.It was quiet. Peaceful. Nobody at Harlow's Corner cared about Ashford gossip, hockey rankings or who was currently sleeping with who. Unlike Ashford High.Unfortunately, surviving Ashford High required money. And since my mother wasn't
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