Margaret waited. She had intended to knit, but the yarn was entangled with her reading glasses, a bag of cough drops, and the gun, and it would be too much trouble to untangle it.
“Ma’am, what did you say you were here for, again?” The receptionist blew a bubble, punctuating her question.
Margaret smiled politely. “To see Mr. Sharp. His book promised to change my life, but nothing’s happened.”
The receptionist smacked her gum loudly. “Ooh, I’m sorry, but Mr. Sharp’s left for today.”
Sighing, Margaret got up. “That’s alright. I’ll come back tomorrow and get my money’s worth then.”
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